I walked in the crowd of piercing eyes
Wearing a mask of a sweet smile
Words were stabbing me ruthlessly
Which is silently killing me
You're like an acid
Which melts me without a trace
The meal's criticisms which you feed
Making my existence, to vanish in the frame
You keep pointing what I lack
Yes, I'm not good enough
Yes, I am nothing but a trash
You made me an outcast
Please, I'm begging
Stop what you're doing
I am already breaking
I am close to dying
You and not him.
It's not just someone but them.
They broke not only my heart,
but also my entire life.
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Tale of a Tear
RastgeleEvery tears we cried, has its own story behind. ••• (a collection of poems and one-shot stories) © 2022 by maxlilies (Kylie Anne Gida)