Immature and weird
That's what others would say
But don't think like that
This is our way
Our way of hiding
Concealing our sadness
Enduring the pain
And this sickening madness
We want happiness
But do you understand?
Do you understand how hard
It is to get out of a quicksand?
With our efforts
We do our best
To make things better
So that we can rest
Our bodies are already tired
Of this endless struggle
But our souls, our lonely souls
Aren't not giving up yet
We are laughing
But deep inside
We are crying
But we try to hide
We hide the pain
That consumes our joy
Greedily, it devours
Everything we treasure
That's why we know
We know how you feel
You're hurt inside
Let Him take the wheel
YOU ARE READING
Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
