There's something in this silence
that's making me feel indifferent.
It has been my comfort yet now...
It's making me reflect of what I am thinking about,
Am I daydreaming?
Creating things inside my head?
Am I creating a world where everything's perfect?
Nothing in this world goes opposite my way,
Hence—
In reality,
I kept smiling like an idiot,
A coward who's afraid to face reality,
Even chose to get locked up on her head,
Did imagine things and satisfy herself..
From believing that everything she is looking at is not a dream,
That she isn't crazy for choosing her own choice of happiness,
That she is okay when in fact she is definitely not.
Bewildered by the thoughts that's been build to portray as her reality,
She opened her eyes once more —
Then she knew what to do,
She knew what she's been through,
She knew she must leave..
Consoled by the wide horizon that beckons her to a life that's full of imperfections yet still have beauty in it...
She strived to not live in her head,
She swam back up with her hope on the lead,
Then she figured out herself that pain is fleeting.
There's always light at the end of a tunnel.
merMia
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A Perspective
Thơ caThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
