I try to hide it
But it always spills out.
I feel lonely even among this crowd.
Not everyone gets it
What I have become.
When everything is empty
And everything is numb.
But there is happiness
And smiles everywhere.
I am still lively.
I still care.
But then again I'm a paradox with
Nothing yet everything to hide.
I think I just need an end,
To this crazy ride.
YOU ARE READING
Starry Nights
PoetryHeya Guys. This is my first time ever of uploading anything, anywhere. This book is just a book of my thoughts which are just written in a poetic way. I hope you'll have fun reading 'em. Enjoy. Good Day :')
