Any great day comes in my life
I look at you, waiting to know if that's what you'd like?
You call me cold blooded, ugly, you call me names,
I'd not remember all this when I'd finally get my fame.
Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less,
You've made my emotions a big mess.
When you're angry, you call my achievements useless, make me doubt myself
While doing so, do you feel great about thyself?
I dance on your tunes, take every jab with a smile, hide my tears, isn't that the norm?
Why do you always do this, why mom?
YOU ARE READING
Feelings Left Unexpressed
PoetryA collection of poems. I never thought I had it in me that I can write anything, be it a story or a poem. But here I am. :)
