I hate it when,
Stagnant droplets blur my vision.
I hate it when,
Eyes wet my pillow, my only beloved companion.
I hate it when,
Seeking support makes me push people away.
I hate it when,
Gentle rose of loneliness embedded with thorns that slay.
I hate it when,
Night of tears, ends with morning breeze.
I hate it when,
Faking a smile ensures me, i lost my bliss.
I hate it when,
Ought to be trained to pretend while handling stress
~ Mercy
