Every single day,
Means embracing the road of hell.
Dealing with their shitty things.
Their eyes.
Their faces.
Their smiles.
Their voices.
Their words.
Their presence.
And you are irritated.
Fuckin' suffocated.
At your clenched fist,
Struggling for control.
But hold still.
Ought to feel firm and established.
Cause you know better.
You just happen to know everything.
Sorted their sweet little lies.
Their fuckin' true colors.
Damn this world!
Everything is so fuck up!
But you?
You needed to be mixed with them.
You still ended being with them.
And about to messed with them.
In their world.
In their own damn world.
The world of lies.
YOU ARE READING
World Of Lies
PoetryWhen you're bleeding but no one ever noticed. When you're dying inside but everyone keeps on laughing hard at you. When the world wants to throw you up but you still ended being here. Mourning. Mourning in your own Grave. Mourning in your own Misery...
