I don't do anything bad
I don't hurt anyone
I don't wrong someone
So why am I
Why am I hurting?
Why am I suffering?
And why am I hated?
When All I do is to follow them
Obey them
and make them happy
hoping that I will be loved
That I will be accepted
for who am I
and for what am I
.... someday
but the world is cruel
And it's not bittersweet
But just bitter
For someone like me
For someone who's inferior
Who already do everything
But still seem like doing nothing
I don't do anything bad
I don't hurt anyone
I don't wrong someone
So why am I
Why am I alone?
Why am I crying while hugging myself
Why am I abandoned
And Why am I not loved
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Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell