I am crying.
Crying out loud.
But alas, there is no sound.
No one can hear.
Nowhere are the tears,
Which I felt rolling down my cheek.
All day being feeble and meek
I want to share,
With someone who cares,
I decide to say,
But alas, at last I sway.
As the question remains,
To spread the reality,
Or just the positivity.
To wear a mask
And make others smile.
To pretend
Holding no regrets.
To show
That I forgot the past misdeeds.
Is what it means by positivity.
Because
You have to be too pure,
Too innocent, Too naive.
To be actually positive,
And even then cry you will,
Sitting in corner,
With no sound to be heard,
And no tears to be seen.
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Storms Of Mind
PoetryPoems based on Love and Pain, Inspired by Life. I do not have an already written collection, I updated as and when I write. Vote and Follow if you like what you read. Comment if you have suggestions for improvement. :)
