He's a demon
Wearing a mask
Of an angel.
I know him though,
For I'm forced to live
With this demon.
I'm tired of this,
I scream my lungs out
Hoping I'll see help.
But the world laughed,
Laughed at me.
They say I'm delusional.
How do I prove that,
That it's just a mask he wears?
That he's a demon?
I tried and tried, but,
It was all in vain..
I give up eventually.
Even till this minute,
I'm called a fool.
Yes, the fool.
While the demon,
Soars high up in sky,
With a proud smile.
Hearing the round of applauses,
Praises from the world,
With his angel mask on.
- borntowinash
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Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
