You always fight,
Either with family, neighbours, and mostly friend;
Close, or in special relay.
Both of you always wanting to win,
Either you or her or him or anyone are right,
You want to stand your right,
But you going harsh,
In the end,
You won.
But do you actually noticed that the others,
Who basically lose,
Are taken back?
Offended,
Rain pouring?
Because of you?
They basically special,
To the holy chest.
Why?
They put their ego down,
Apologize for what she or he,
Done,
But yet you still stand with words;
"I'M RIGHT!"
No,
No ones are right in fights.
Both of you,
Or,
Three of you,
Or,
Four of you,
Or,
Whatever count people are,
All of them are wrong.
You gone harsh,
In slow talk,
That you wanted to prove;
That's you are right.
19/10/18
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Diary by Annz
PoesíaJust my diary that I post, some of them just my emotional feeling just like you are Dear Diary By - Annz Eyra
