Under the veil of happiness,
Hides the darkest tears,
Breaks into million pieces,
Miles apart, to mould a new shape
For a new relation, with the remaining parts,
And it happens everyday.
Co-authors write my story,
It's an unfinished one, still continuing.
Most of them are sadists,
I'm the protagonist, their only target.
They wanted to get pleasure from my sadness,
But oh! They failed. I've become a masochist.
I was a lover of shining night sky, bright moon,
I was a lover of summer and spring.
I've become a lover of dark frozen nights,
I've developed a dislike for beauty, for warmth.
I was a believer of serendipity,
I found myself in zemblanity.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
