O, my little shattered self
Why are you lost?
Has this cruel world deceived you?
Did you find yourself isolated,
On the path of misery and suffering
Is there anyone, who can demolish a huge pile of complexity, anxiety, and heartbreaks
Which are choking your heart, shrinking your sky of
Happiness, calm, and hope
Why are your teary eyes,
Are with full of a sea of heart-pinching questions?
In this vague world, whose gonna rescue you?
Here everyone has painted their world with their own created principles, values, norms
Who will accept the messed up you?
To get accepted; you have to paint yourself
In this fake world's color
Hide many faces under one face
Smile and laugh hard
To look okay; coz this is a world of suffering
Where you have to fight solo
Till your last breath
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Comments (2)
It does indeed feel like that sometimes! 😌But showing yourself and writing pieces like this helps to break down those fake walls. I really liked your poem, thanks for sharing it.
A heartful questioning, nicely done. - Anneliese