The world has reached to such a place,
Where every person is born with a double face.
Smile on outside sad on inside
The reality become more hard to recognise.
Tired of faking so many smile
So tired, to even enjoy my life
Who is fake and who is real?
Turned to me a bigger deal.
From Paris to London to London to Paris
Nobody is noone's to cherish.
The cobra, jealous of most venomous snake,
The people or the reality, which is fake?
To live a life, run the race
Put on the makeup and your fake face.
You need to forget humanity ever existed
Cause if you don't you will be tested.
By Yash_1608 (11/7/23 . 2:50pm)
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PoetryHere is all my thoughts and point of views and stories kept suffocated inside a cage which is one by one crawling out the cage. it's a poem compilation about my life and some other stories that I came across this last two months. Words are the stron...
