Poems

End

Don't take my kindness as your pleasure.
Be lucky I treat you like my treasure
I am not iron that will rust
I know your honest side that's covered with dust

Such a coward you are
Now run away because I know the truth
But how will you hide
My honesty is brute

These are just their loathsome judgments.
They are all hypocrites,
Wearing mask
With their ironic statements

They will appreciate
Saying, "You're the one."
But once you fail
You are No one.

But I will raise the curtains.
That's hiding these lies.
We will know the truth and false
And the place where every answer lies

Answers to the questions we failed to find
There's the place, The end