imagination brings you far
it can bring you to places you'd never seen
a life where you stare at the stars
just like a shot of euphoric vaccine
i could go to parties
that i've always dreamed of
be popular and pretty
and to be showered with love
i love imagination
but how i wished just a figment of it
would become a reality
instead of just a wasted thought
i want to go to concerts
like all my friends do
i want to be pretty
as pretty as the sun that shone through
instead i stare at them with envy
imperfections making me feel empty
eyes filled with teared stains
a smile plastered off endless pains
is it really good
to have imagination?
does it comfort you
with a false sense of exhilaration?
or does it make you feel
envy?
fear?
anger?
It is just like a knife
useful but cunning
one wrong move
and everything suddenly
no longer feels stunning...
so tell me
do you like to imagine
like i do?
will you create a world
of framed lies?
i hope you do.
because even if it destroys you
and fills you with endless doubt,
at least
its still pretty to think about.
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Poems for the silenced
Поэзияfor the ones that couldn't find the words to speak, and for the ones who wrote things in books, this one is for you.
