Tried lighting up others' world,
When mine was faded in the darkness.
Tried to make others happy,
When I had lost my happiness.
I never realised I was over giving,
Unless I felt lonely.
No one taught me to stop,
Even if I was devoting solely.
I was holding onto them,
While I never meant anything.
I was innocent and kind,
Who gave them everything.
Was asking to be loved back,
Too much to ask?
Had I seen their face behind the mask,
I would never had lost myself.
A conflict between my mind and heart arises;
My mind tells me to stop being good
My heart wants me to remain the same
Would've treated them the same way, only if I could.
Why is this world so cruel?
Why are we treating each other unkindly?
Wish this world was a better place,
But sadly, no one can't be trusted blindly.
Now I realise I was always a people's pleaser,
Pleasing everybody but myself.
I longed for love badly
Because I didn't give myself the love I deserved.
I never understood why people decieved,
It makes me lose faith in generosity.
The love I received,
Was a mere delusion, and never real.
~Thank you
P.S. I can never be satisfied of writing poems just about what I feel.
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The Symphony of Silence | a collection of poems |
Poetry❛ I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say. ❜ expressing my emotions disguised as poems < / 3 i hope you don't relate to the sad ones (i rarely write happy poems)
