Happiness is just a pretence.
Joy is all a pretence.
Seeing smiles hovering around the face of individuals.
Doesn't mean all is rosy.
Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfectly fine.
But what people don't see is the agony and grief cycling in your brain.
People don't see the monster in you unless you show it.
Similary, sorrow is not shown unless you reveal it.
Poet: Ellen Hassen.
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Echoes Of Youth
PoetryDive into a world of eloquence and emotion with 'Echoes Of Youth,' a captivating collection of poems showcasing the literary prowess of OLAG SHS's finest talents. From heartfelt reflections to vivid imagery, these verses paint a tapestry of experien...
