Truth
is that to be lies?
Are lies the only thing
which keep people happy?
Must I,
as a person who is in love
as a friend to as many
as someone who cares about all individuals
tell lies?
Must I not forget?
Am I perfect in every which way
because it feels like some think it.
Is pain something that cloud
everyones memories and judgement?
I said I was sorry
and got a complaint.
I said I've been feeling pain
and got was told that it's addicting to give.
I did nothing wrong
besides deal with my pain
in my own special way.
but no one seems to get it
do I always have to be alone?
Author notes
Life sucks.
Comments
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This one I can feel. What would be the name of your published diary, I'd like to know. Reading from one of your poems to the next is really a passionate and personal experience. Every poem is another piece to the puzzle yet their pictures at the same time. This is another goodie right here.
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