Melancholy tears, doubts in her voice,
Speaking her truth, a lonely choice.
Judged for her will, misunderstood,
Alone and distant, in her solitude.
Broken inside, tears unspoken,
Pain etched on a face, heart broken.
Ignored signs, silent cries,
Speechless, her voice in disguise.
Words doubted, expressions dismissed,
Invalidated, in the midst.
Ambitions falter, tears cascade,
Self-doubt lingers, in the shade.
-Littlepsychfries
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Every words I Said In My Head
PoetryThey said that being lost was okay until you search for your own way, have your own thoughts on things that most people disagrees, and for fact that things wouldn't go exactly as we wish. Being left, failed and lost so many times was miserable, yet...
