I see you.
Why are you laughing at my work?
Why are you laughing at me?
Is this all a joke to you
Only your score matters
Right?Why is it
When you fall
You don't talk to me,
And I am expected to love youBut when I fall
It is you who laughs
At me.
YOU ARE READING
Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.