Its splendour outside,
But, do you know how broken it is?
It is flawless outside,
But, do you know how many wounds it has?
It looks sturdy outside,
But, did you know how wrecked inside?
It standing there looks like a great warrior who never got weak even once,
But no one recognizes how susceptible they are
It looks pure outside,
But, no one knows how corrupted it is
Even the emperor and his wife never recognize it behind its lavish masks
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The Sorrowful Angel
PoetryHi! This is my very first book, This is a collection of poems or things that I wrote when I was at my lowest point and felt lost in my life most of it probably shows how much desire to end every sheet of life that I have. I need to muster up my cou...
