The rain outside was depressing to the highest degree
But then again, the rain wasn't the only thing depressing
I had just experienced what some might say was "Tough Love"
Those people were fools. Idiots, blasphemous morons with an empty skull
the words that were thrown towards me weren't used for discipline
Cause if it was why did it sting me so much?
Was I too sensitive of a person?
Was I the true fool in this conundrum?
It couldn't be true, for it wasn't true at all
I knew within what was within me, that those were lies
believed by only the highest of all dullards
To the truest extent, I want to throw my hands to those who have hit me
I want to smash them into pieces having not a shred of regret in me
But due to the standards of this mud-filled, sin-stained society we live in
Doing so is forbidden. And so I stay silent, I swallow that hatred I had
And continued to walk through life with a smile on my face
But that smile is a mere mask,
Under the seemly kind smile
Is a broken corpse of a human
Trying his best to live, but failing horribly
This is my life now
YOU ARE READING
Reflections- a series of poems
PoésieTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
