Confusions
Laugh and jokes and cry.
Might be a lot but who am I to deny.
For the day that is normal as always,
Not a day that I can choose to care.
For the end that I thought might be me being happy,
There would always be despair or tragedy,
The choice that I choose to disagree, was in vain through this poetry.
As quiet as the sun, who seems not to care bout the chatter how it destroys the day,
Its stay one to the end of its stay
As lonely as the moon there is sun who hides,
Quiet, till then discovered.
Not a person not death that would stay alive,
Its like chatter with meaningless lies,
As its love too much as a fan, but hate as if its expired to no date.
For the end of misery you cry of happy,
For the end of happy you live betrayal and lie.
