They wanted to see us smile,
Wanted to see only smile,
So we pretended to be fine,
Probably all the time.
Even when the seasons changed,
And left us unhappy in those lonely days,
We still made it seem we like that life,
So that they would appreciate our time.
But when did it divert from us to them,
When did we become only props,
Things we can be only for entertainment,
This place never again made me smile.
Why should I only say sweet words?
And make it seem I am alright,
Just cut out my happiest parts to show,
And show them my perfectly edited life?
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
