I don't know where I've reached.
I don't know if I'm alone or not.
I don't if I'll know happiness again.
All that I know is that,
I'm not loved,
I'm pretty depressive,
I fake smiles even though
I have great friends.
I'm fragile
Emotionally.
I shed tears silently
I wipe by myself
No one will ever understand the real me
I'm not flawless,
I'm not a genius
I'm not beautiful
But I still believe that
There is still some hope left
Even though it's not true.
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A few poems
PoetryI hate getting flashbacks form things that I don't want to remember...
