Each morrow,
I peek out of my burrow
To witness the reflecting faux
Who shine and glows.
I put on this concealed veil
Questioning to myself,
If I won't
Will all these people jilt?
Wretched with even the thought
I dictate the notion to never come out.
'Cause for our abode is one
Where HAPPY ENDING thrives
And failures are not the sitches to rise
Where people unite happiness
And sidekick loneliness
For it is attested by nature
'YOUR COMPANY MATTERS'
Who wish distraughts to arose clutter?
So when I cease musing
And perceive the reality tossing
I wore a semblance
To devour the rest day without revealing my wrecked self.
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This poem deals with how we, humans put on fake masks in order to recieve social validations or simply because we are too afraid to recognise who we really are : Depressed and overanalysing souls. Though, I have poured my true emotions while writing.
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PoetryAmateur Poetic Collection My literal passion is refugee from reality. I write when I feel low.
