At the end of the day I end up crying,
I'm such a loser felt dying,
I tried to shush my self,
But it ends up hiding in a shelf,
Is there anyone wants to comfort me?
Or just ignore me and
flee?
Is there anyone who wants to cheer me up?
Or just ignore me and let the bubble pop?
What a pain I carry,
I pity myself sorry,
I tried to cover it up,
But looks like the bubble already popped,
This reveals the truth,
I'm a weakling,
My hands are shaking,
I should stop faking,
Now I'll let my sobs out,
Express my feelings in shout,
Such a loser you see,
And that defines me.
—CherryG.🍒
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