Love Poem: [A collection of untold words]

#6: Entitled

The door was locked and no one knocked,
Felt sad when I heard a laugh.
There's so many eyes inside my mind,
But I couldn't face the eyes that climb.

With one 'hello', I can't speak,
feels like it's fake and not real.
From afar I'm still thinking,
What's wrong with me sighing?

I turn on the music box,
As I cry with the beat of black.
My body jibe with passion,
like I'm happy as they see me in person.

I tried to protect my peace,
setting up my guard like hill.
But they are bombing it with fake love,
looks like they care, but they're not.