She had a unique talent
In front of many people, she smiled indeed
'I'm ok' she always has said
But in fact, she will cry before the day will end
She looks so fine
She looks so cheerful every time
But it was all inverted
'Cause all of that, is a part of the word pretend
Pretending is the saddest dress she could wear
But she always loved to wear that to look braver
Even though she is tired of crying alone
Somewhat, she's wishing that she had someone to lean on
She doubts herself if she really that good at acting
Because no one even notices, if she's lying
Or it's just that, no one really cares for her
'Cause no one even dare to comfort her.
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Releasing The Prisoned Thoughts | Short Poetry
PoetryAs a reminder, this book does not support any form of self-harm. All of this is solely the result of the author's emotions, imagination, and what I observed in my environment.
