Its going to be a fucked up week…

I’ve felt pain, and fear, and sadness,

Moved forward with fast paced regression,

All of these things has made me who I am,

But til now, waiting for your undivided attention…

What’s behind those cheerful smiles,

A dark minded thought of deep sighs,

You lie and fake yourself for this,

And step down other’s eternal bliss,

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And you, wishing you would win the prize,

Hoping you could stand up to your lies,

Coz all others now see your true colors,

And all would pity you with all your rumors,

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You’ve brought this upon yourself you poor thing,

You’ve managed to break their trust like a broken string,

To think you know all and you own this world,

you have failed to learn and became absurd,

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You’ll rot without friends, and you’ll be alone,

No time for regrets, to cry, to atone,

You’ll just realize these when its too late,

And die alone trying to escape fate…

I looked at my page and it made me smile,

Just realized I was again ranting …with style,

What direction will this simple hobby will go,

To gain enemies and friends? I wait to know..

Maybe later It’ll be okay and I’ll be fine,

But for now at least give me time,

You’ve managed to rouse my mind with anger,

Hoping later I’ll be fine Mr. Stranger

So I decided “no more submission”,

It pisses me off in recognition,

I’m still just human and y’know why I’m irritated?

Woke up, first thing I read, the poem you submitted…