I just want to be happy.
Is this allowed?
Am I really worth it?
How can it be proved?
Is "love" still a thing?
Does it still matter?
If it does, then why do they forget it
And let it just shatter?
All the happiness we had throughout years,
Is it really unable to reappear?
We can't seem to get enough of tears,
Maybe that's because our useless fears.
Why'd people stop wondering?
Don't they ever think?
Is it the time
That curiosity sinks
In a wave of problems?
Is it the moment we thought would never come
When all our problems are gone
Yet they left behind the sorrows?
What's the point in this?
Do they fear death?
Then why are they willing to give up
Their last breath?
And why can't I fit in?
Is it because I'm unique?
Why do they make us
Act like a clique?
I won't stop asking questions
Because I hope to get the answers.
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To Be Honest: A Poetry Collection
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