I find it so lame
That the whole world's so strange
Full of strange places and strange things
But only because of them the earth's full of beautiful scenes
But what I find the strangest of all are the people who live in this world and call it their home
As human beings they are known
They say they love you
Then why do they act like they hate you
Isn't love the strongest and closest bond
Then why do they act like they never knew you
They say they are friends
Then why do they play some endless games
Doesn't friendship mean you are there for each other whenever you need
Then why do they use you when they need and then forget about you when everything's fine
They are so strange that every action they do may have a thousand different reasons
And even if you find all the thousand reasons; you'll never know the actual one
They are so strange that sometimes even a stranger seems closer to you
Than anyone else
They are so strange that sometimes when you face the mirror
You find a stranger looking back at you...
-Tan
YOU ARE READING
My Anthology
PoetryA lot of thoughts come up in my mind I try to rhyme them and here's what I end up with...
