I love all the people around me.
But I trusted a few only.
And if I do wrong to one,
that would be so messy.
People around me are like a doll,
Yes, I love them but am I sure they are too?
A living doll that if you do wrong,
They became strong.
And make me feel that I'm not belong,
To their family that I was once belong.
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Poems and Randoms
PoetryI write poems because of school activities, when I'm bored, when I'm lonely, when I contemplate, when I wander through the four corners of the house, etc. There are also random thoughts I write in here.
