Staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Trying to figure out who I am
I'm the unwrong person in the unright place
How terrible it is to unfit where I am!
I'm the pinkish red of sunset
When reality and dreams someday have met
Trying to turn it all into papers
But unable to find the write alphabet
I'm the moment before sunrise
When the light borns and the darkness dies
How long does it take us to realise?
The world shows no tears but it daily cries
I'm the earthy smell of the rain
I wish I can fade away all that pain
But nobody has ever bothered to explain
Grief is nothing but a state of your brain
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YOU ARE READING
One's Own Self
Poetry❝I may not be a good writer but I choose to be the words.❞ My own poetry. My own self. ☮
