BerryOne - Hello Poetry

Deep inside we're all afraid Whom of reality, whom of fake And all our efforts remain unpaid For the goodness of lies or money's sake None of us changes road nor lane Just like workers in an assembly line Keeping in all our sorrow and pain Acting as if we were all fine We're still childish, do not forget Unsatisfied of being imperfectly perfect But for others we put aside our regret Just to show we're always worth it So, for one night, take off your masks Show what your pride left unseen Finally give your heart what it asks And live, for once, like a king or queen

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Dec 29, 2019

Dec 29, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC

BerryOne

Make a change

Deep inside we're all afraid Whom of reality, whom of fake And all our efforts remain unpaid For the goodness of lies or money's sake None of us changes road nor lane Just like workers in an assembly line Keeping in all our sorrow and pain Acting as if we were all fine We're still childish, do not forget Unsatisfied of being imperfectly perfect But for others we put aside our regret Just to show we're always worth it So, for one night, take off your masks Show what your pride left unseen Finally give your heart what it asks And live, for once, like a king or queen

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Many days did I wish I died But I just sat and cried Although I knew I tried I still lived out of spite I am not the girl I was before This is what scares me to my core I'm afraid of what I cannot see Frightened of what's inside me Different ideas go through my mind Other ways I could change past events So many, each one one of a kind Hoping the flux of stories never ends And on who's with me it depends If I die young or old, happy or sad One day doesn't make a whole life bad But it still can make me mad Lost a part of me, gained a new one I still mourn on what now is gone What is forgotten or on the run And at the memory I become undone

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Dec 29, 2019

Dec 29, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC

BerryOne

Many days did I wish

Many days did I wish I died But I just sat and cried Although I knew I tried I still lived out of spite I am not the girl I was before This is what scares me to my core I'm afraid of what I cannot see Frightened of what's inside me Different ideas go through my mind Other ways I could change past events So many, each one one of a kind Hoping the flux of stories never ends And on who's with me it depends If I die young or old, happy or sad One day doesn't make a whole life bad But it still can make me mad Lost a part of me, gained a new one I still mourn on what now is gone What is forgotten or on the run And at the memory I become undone

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What do you do when you're sad? I dance for what I still have I draw the sorrow inside me I sing songs that want to be I count the stars over my head I smile at kindness being spread I think of better stories to write Or maybe I'll just fly a kite I'll let my tears pump out my pain And assure there will be no more rain I do ballet with a ribbon floating I start the series of self loathing I pick up a stone and throw it And hate on my dumb wit I lock myself up in my room And think about the world's doom I nap a bit to calm my nerves And give my body what I think it deserves Sometimes I sleep for a long time Or I commit the worst of all crime I rob my parents from their child For others the pain is mild As into the immense darkness I dive Taking away my own life I might leave a letter behind Filled with stories about being kind To leave an imprint like Macbeth Reminding to stay away from death

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

BerryOne

What do you do when you're sad?

What do you do when you're sad? I dance for what I still have I draw the sorrow inside me I sing songs that want to be I count the stars over my head I smile at kindness being spread I think of better stories to write Or maybe I'll just fly a kite I'll let my tears pump out my pain And assure there will be no more rain I do ballet with a ribbon floating I start the series of self loathing I pick up a stone and throw it And hate on my dumb wit I lock myself up in my room And think about the world's doom I nap a bit to calm my nerves And give my body what I think it deserves Sometimes I sleep for a long time Or I commit the worst of all crime I rob my parents from their child For others the pain is mild As into the immense darkness I dive Taking away my own life I might leave a letter behind Filled with stories about being kind To leave an imprint like Macbeth Reminding to stay away from death

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