Sometimes it makes me sad,
It makes me sad to know,
How it was just a game for one,
Fun for another,
Casual behavior for some,
And how for some I was a person
Who could just provide someone something.
Sometimes it makes me laugh,
Thinking how I tried to build myself
Like a mastermind,
And they all made me the fool
They were playing with.
They made me sound like an object to use for.
It hurts, I want to curse them,
But it's like the numbness of years
Had been engraved within me,
Like I can't even react.
Oh, what should I tell you?
That you hurt me?
Would you listen?
Or just blame me?
How could I even tell,
After all, I was the one
Who was a pathological people pleaser?
I was the one who was afraid to lose!
Oh, it's so sad and pathetic to think,
But that's how it is,
As if I'm laughing with my sadness.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
