Oh! What a day to celebrate to Modor's day,
Three people in a mad people's dorm,
Living in past turmoil of Modor's grave,
Remain so unfulfilled and wounded from Love,
That they lost their ability to love,
Oh! What a day to celebrate, flooding tears, sharing anxieties, and traumas,
Should I empathize, blame or let go?
Sometimes it seem these all relationships are patterns of toxicity,
Why society portrait modor as self-less caregiver?
Cause if they haven't,
It'd have been hurted less,
Knowing first one beat the flesh till her death,
Second one made her live in narcissistic's dorm,
And today I listened to her pity,
And she said about all the discrimination and distance she had to face,
I thought of him, he's the victim too,
But who does he express himself too.
Yet I pray he won't end up becoming one of these people,
I hope he'd be kind,
So that his kid can celebrate all the especially days happily!
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
