I am lying to their faces,
I am not stopping now.
I am crying in private,
always looking down
I am falling , I am hurting ,I am choking , but I'm fine.
I am not listening to their words,
Because the only words important are mine.
You hurt me years ago,,
So I try to grow,
From your mistakes.
I am listening to your problems,
I am trying to understand,
But when I make a joke,
And you do not laugh,
All I feel is bad.
Am I a burden to the good ones,
Am I born to die?
I am not any different from you,
I just don't want to try.
YOU ARE READING
The sound of silence
PoetrySad poetry, nothing more , nothing less (Don't expect anything)
