funny how we response in the shoulds of social constructs
but afraid of putting our self on thick sleeves,
thinking of spiky points that others will bluntly notice
we are often inloved with such shallowness we saw from others
though
these are such society's marionette
to feel in the need of shallow belongingness inside this social playground
funny we claim we like the true ones
but when we experience one
we are disgusted with such horrific truths of one's after fallen facade,
because we are much exposed and lived in thousand marionette's strings attached to us that we aren't really truly potraying the picture of us as the unique one
seeing that the truth of others will feel, suddenly, odd.
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Letters from the Blued Underground
PoetryRaw compilation of emotions and experiences by a young man that were not often expressed by his tongue but only written in the secret chambers of his heart.
