It was me against the world;
I smiled as if I were unbothered;
Though their words were like daggers,
Piercing me to the very core.
The sight of my tears
As my body trembled with fear
Was their favorite movie;
My sadness was their gaiety.
When I called out for help,
No one cared to listen;
They heard my cries
But turned a blind eye.
And so there I stood alone,
Yearning to be close,
To have a mutual bond,
With at least one person.
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Before I Met You (UNDER REVISION)
Non-Fiction[Sorrows of the Past ─ Dear Fairnieves #1] Before I met you, I often felt unloved. As if no one cared about me or was interested in hearing about my aspirations and dreams. As if no one was willing to help me in my moments of dire need. As if I were...
