I keep saying myself,
That I am strong,
I am untouchable,
Nothing can bother me,
Then it happens,
My untouchable self gets broken,
The worst part isn't that I am bothered,
The worst part is that I still have to act indifferent,
'Cause people around me are ignorant,
They can't seem to understand what I say,
Ever if we speak the same language,
And they say I act insane,
Which makes me wonder,
How ironic can one be?
Act strong, Be brave,
Things come and go, I say,
But I am a human too,
There's so much one can take,
No one cares when I cry,
No one cares if I am sad,
But then they ask me "why are you happy?"
And I feel like "Wow, is that bothering you?"
I just realised that,
Maybe in this place, laughter is an offense,
So I wrote a note to myself,
"Beware! Laughter is forbidden here!"
All I am left with now,
Is the urge to,
To remind myself all over
To be emotionless, To be quiet,
In a place I should be effortless,
In the place I call home....
--- Anonymous 😔😔😔
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PoesiaPoetry is an art, it's how you make your feelings in words, your thoughts into a song, and your voice into rhythms. I am not an expert in poetry, but I try to write something that could reach from my heart to others. I am more of a coherent writer...
