You always feel proud if you achieve something,
But people are always around to demean you.
Make your achievement so small that,
You don't believe what you did is true.
People aren't always evil,
Some just want to watch you suffer.
Because of no apparent reason,
They make life for you tougher.
Ignoring them is near impossible,
Because you are always surrounded.
They are always the type of people,
Upon whom your anxiety is founded.
They say sky's the limit,
But those people are like gravity.
Always pulling you down,
And pushing you towards insanity.
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Harmony - A Collection of Poems
Poetryhello! this is just a place where I randomly post poems which I have authored. the poems' topic may range from anything, from being sad to happy to melancholy to lonely, everything. I hope you enjoy!
