The way they walk,
The way they talk,
That’s all they notice.
Not the scars,
Not the pain,
Just the lies.
Ménage, mentors, mates,
Not even the mother,
Who says she loves you.
Never saw the pain,
Just the mask,
You wear forever.
The tears, the scars,
They are left invisible,
In the shadows.
The laughter, the joy,
The fakes but,
Never the reality.
The wrong behavior,
The playful sins,
That’s all they notice.
Not the reasons,
Not the care,
Just the lies.
Everyone complained,
But nobody tried,
To help you.
Everyone blames,
Everyone criticized,
But didn’t see the hurt.
The truth, the pain,
They are left invisible
In the shadows.
The fun, the ease,
The fakes but,
Never the reality.
YOU ARE READING
ETERNAL
PoetryLife can be a curse. No matter how hard you try to fix it, there is not hope at times. Sometimes we have to accept the truth. Pain and tears end up being part of life. We cant change that without help. What if no one is there to help us?
