Your eyes,
Filled with kindness and hope.
Your smile,
Never fading from your face.
Then why,
Do I see an internal doubt behind those propagandist lies?
Your eyes,
Filled with determination and hate.
Your smile,
Wiped clean from the blood.
Then why,
Do I sense undying fear in the place of pride?
Now I wonder if those scars will ever heal,
And I fear that I won't recognize the stranger who returns to me.
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Beyond that Skyline | Poetry
PoetryA short collection of sad poems from the minds of broken souls trapped in today's reality. A story about mental health told by the voices in my head.
