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Keita Mar 2018
The forced laughter
And awkward smiles
The epitome of blundering conversations.

The blistering pain
That is small talk.
Devouring my soul, 
Eating away at my sanity.

Only created to bridge the silence
People try so desperately to fill.
Why?
Why fill the void of the unsaid?
Some says it's out of politeness
Other say it's uncomfortable to sit silence.

It's all an illusion to distract
Us from the rotting world we live in.
How?
By pretending to care.
Keita Feb 2018
In a field of roses
She was a sunflower.
Beautiful and bright
Amidst a sea of red.

Shining though the world  
Always facing the light.
Unlike the rose,
She had no barrier.
Nothing that would protect her from the harsh side of of the world.
Keita Jan 2018
Her pain is there
She wakes up.
She goes to school.
She comes back home.
Throughout the day it's been there.
She cloaked it.

Well done.
You didn't notice her pain.
She lays in bed.
Closes her eyes.
Replays her pain.
Her mind is screaming.
It's as if you can almost hear it.
Thing is,  you can't.
In her room..?
The silence is deafening.
Her screeching voice tears through the room.
Her woes, inaudible.

Oh,  she has cried herself to sleep.
But, there's no tears...?
Her pain is there. 
Well done,  you've done it again.

— The End —