They say that only mothers can understand their child.
They has the privilege to know their child deeper than anyone else—
But then maybe I'm a different case.
Some fools say that a man sort of in love—will always understand their lover.
No matter how enigmatic you are—as love as the reason, they will find ways to deduce your mysteries—
But perhaps I'm really a different case.
For unknown reason, I see the world as a huge delusion—full of greedy chimeras.
Yes, I see people as monsters.
I heard them talked behind my back—saying that I lost my mind and went brainsick.
Yes, I am.
Because seeing things so unworthy, whereas so inhumane—
Maybe I'm really losing my mind, because no one will ever understand how depressed I am of this world.
How sick I am of the politics and government's lies. How the world turned out to be this chaotic as people faught endlessly for foolish reason.
That's why none has understand why I am like this—enigmatic.
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Untold Poetry (Within The Hidden Pages)
PuisiThey got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.
