Book O' Poems

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What do I do
Is my question to you
I look at the world
And split it in two
My smile doesn't fade
But my heart seems so fake
I then make a suggestion to run away

My tears fall
And my laughs continue
My feelings unheard
Even though spoken
Am I too quiet?
Or does no one listen?
It's different when you're the one giving

What do I do
Is a question for me
I take too little
Because I give too many
Everyone seems to ask a weird question
'Wether I'm okay or need some distance '

But what do I do
I already said
'My feelings are hurt
I feel as if I'm dead'
Maybe I'm gone and not really here
My heart and soul will stay in fear
That is why no one can really hear
It's not that they don't care

I'm too positive that I know
Because everyday as everyone states
'The world is terrible, the world is dead'
I say different
'As the world is beautiful, but we are bad'

~Aya XP