It was only yesterday I've seen myself the prettiest when I'm smiling widely. It was only yesterday I vowed to be the happiest among the crowd. But it only takes a yesterday to get tired of being me.
Why are you hurting me? What makes you mad at me? I always though that being a pretender is the easiest thing to do until it become the hardest.
Did I ask too much or was I too much?
I have no one to turn to. I have to be the strongest among the pack. I also get tired, overthinking of the unknown.
Where did it go wrong? What have I done to suffer melancholy?
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When Grief Clung to Me
PoetryIt started when her brother asked her about the lyric, "Thank you for joy, thank you for pain," and she was lost for thoughts. She couldn't answer him because she was embarrassed that her words would throw them off. Then it hits her. Life has turned...
