My life is a mess, and the story continues,
Nothing made sense, even when I try too,
Never able to speak is my life biggest regret,
But when I see them speak, it just feel somthing lift of my chest,
Sad faces or tearing eyes, but nothing is compared to one small smile,
"Dont care too much" a sentence I never understood,
For me it sounds like walking on water barefoot,
Thinking about people is a thing I do,
It sound like a guilty pleasure to others, maybe its true,
I wont deny the fact that, I am a people pleasure, but that makes me happy too,
Maybe its my way to go around things or something I enjoy myself into,
I wont end this poem with a solid conclusion, you decide the end this story of mine,
I take my leave with, is this poem implies to you?
If not, then what are you? ....
