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Life, wasn't much kinder to me.
People have told me how lucky I am
yet never felt that way.
As much as it pains me to show
a facade of happiness;
It just appears as if,
it's been made into my default mode.
The way I talk,
it always was fast paced and was in a much higher pitch.
The way I greet people always with a smile,
I can't do this anymore.
Would it hurt others for me to show how much I'm suffering underneath,
Would it hurt them so much if I were to be just human for a few seconds.
It feels like I've lost connection with humanity,
I'm nothing but a marionette, with strings attached.
Only made to obey,
Only here to be controlled, to say what's makes them look good in the eyes of others.
Who am I, to feel.
Who am I, to make mistakes.
Who am I, to be human.
Before anyone, nor I have realized it,
I am a not a human to others.
But a puppet to be controlled and manipulated.
YOU ARE READING
a life's work filled with words
Poetrya compilation of the poems written by the author. do note that the author often writes about dark themes such as the topic of gore, su1c1d3, s3/f h4rm and depressing topics, if you're experiencing or having these kinds of thoughts i suggest not to r...
