The world isn't kind
It isn't a charity case that will give you back good for your doings
It's calculating and manipulating
so why do you look so innocently at it
I want to be like you
Nice and kind
But instead I've become a monster
struggling not to fall behind those deceiving faces under innocent eyes
I've unknowingly become one of them
YOU ARE READING
serendipity 一 poems
Puisishort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
