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They made me burst in anger
I'm deprived of laughter
I sat in the dark side of my room
Waiting for my turn to bloom

I distance myself from them
Writing my miseries using a black pen
I didn't utter a word
I can't let my heart absorb

Bringing color in my own life
Cause their impact is like a knife
I became silent so as not to cause a war
Between allies that I used to adore

A pillow on my side
Are like my peers who never lied
The blanket on my body
Are like my parents who gave the traits I embody

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