I feel so weak
So bare and so steep
A human not alone but felt there's nothing to keep.
Scared of a talk
How can I still walk
Forward if without a chalk
To write a path away from traps that I've been caught.
Oh how bored could this get
When you don't have friends at your beck
No one to talk to, no one to smile to
No one to walk with or watch your back
A fragile truss, broken by fake truths
Even if they are fake as plastic tooth
A fake truth is all it takes to boot
Look how a loser I have become
When I still held a triumph
A high title for flattery and recognition
But still felt empty and distant from this educational institution.
Oh well, it doesn't really matter
All I should see is the family in me
The family I'm apart to be
And keep a life with them, full of harmony
But still there's really a side to my heart
So hollow that I can't deny
May it be filled up by my family's love.
Maybe in another poem,
I'll get a manifestation
Of the things I thought I didn't have but was still there when I got a chance.
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General Fictionmake poems to manifest yourself and practice making lines again since this author lost their touch in rhyming. U can also continue or add stanzas to add and share your thoughts about the poem through commenting on a line or directly message me.
