The days,
When everything came to you just by your wish,
When you were the star of others,
When scoldings looked lovely.
The days of glad grace,
Are about to end.
Soon, we'll b out in the real world,
Where I don't see anything happy happening.
So I've decided to keep my feet inside;
In the closet.
They say being yourself is the best thing,
But whats worse than being hated for being you.
The nights would be dark and weary now,
And lights would be so bright out there.
Fear to be in the crowd,
Because I don't see anyone pleased to see me.
But that's it,
I am no more hiding for who I am.
I would be no more be in this closet,
Because I know ,
That it would be the best thing I could have done.
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Ephemeral Chirp
PoesiLaughter echoes with words, Tears flow down cascading in verses, Warmth of kisses blended in stanzas. Love every way, speaks in the poems. A carcass of words I failed to say. And in respect to every soul I've met in my life. Here are a few of my sil...
