People grow up,
Happiness fades.
Stress settles in,
Changing peoples ways.
It comes in tidal waves,
Quick without warning.
And all that is left,
Devastating sights and mourning.
Your stuck in a flow,
Of absolute chaos.
Searching for that happy life,
That was long ago lost.
You started to become immune,
To the mess and the aching.
People believe you're happy,
Because the smile you're faking.
People grow up,
Happiness fades.
Stress settles in,
Changing people's ways.
-Mysterious Author 8/6/15
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Mystie's Poems
PoetryWell these are just a bunch of different poems that I wrote. It took a lot of time considering if I should post these. WARNING; Some of these are a little depressing, now realize that I am not longer like that. Thanks for reading.
