Outside I'm happy, inside I'm dead
There's pain in my heart, nothings wrong with my head
You ask me the same question, just like everyone else
I wish I could describe, but it's not easy to tell
You say that you love me, but make my life living hell
It doesn't matter who's fault it is, you scream and I yell
We all sell a part of us, and later, on that we dwell
Usually, the ones whom you trust, give you a reason to yelp
You're hurt, you give a cry out for help
It's always the ones who're kind, that are broken and shelled
When will this end? Or am I fooling myself?
You say I might be asking the wrong question,
Will this ever end?
- Sohail Shady
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Freedom
PoetryThis poem is for everyone who's going through something or the other in their daily lives. I hope you feel and connect with it, the same way I do. PS: This is my first poem, forgive me if it's not that good. In future, I'll try to be better
