The most
The most giving souls
Are the often the ones lost
The most amazing advice givers
Are the ones that need it most
The most happy person in the crowd
Would often be the ones in need of more laughter
The most often someone looks like they have heaps of friends
Are often the loneliest
The most that someone tend to bully others
Are the weak ones that are hurt
The most that someone has cried and not hide
Are the strongest individuals
The most friendliest person
Is often the saddest
The most people that love taking selfies on social media
Are often the most insecure individuals
The most at times when someone says I am okay
Are often not and need help
The most someone loves
Are often the ones that get hurts more
Most often don’t judge
Everyone has their own demons to fight.
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Imapoetbetterknowit
I love to write lyrics, rhymes, poetry & inspirational poems. I started writing when I hit rock bottom 2 years ago. Sometimes you need to hit rock bottom to wake up and start working towards your dreams. Blissing in disguise.
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