"Dramatic"
"Fake"
"Attention seeker"
That's what most people think,
But it's definitely not.
What's real is like when you're drowning in the middle of the sea.
You keep shouting for some "help",
But no one could even hear your scream.
When you're doing your best to stay control and live,
Even if it's so hard.
When you're bottling things up,
Because you don't want to be a "burden".
When you're crying secretly everyday,
So your loved ones wouldn't worry about you.
When you're about to outburst,
But you keep holding it,
Because there are lots of people around you.
It's not easy as what you think it is,
It's even harder than what you think,
It feels like you're slowly dying,
But still trying to live.

I do not  mind struggling
to get a bite each day

Nor the torture of getting
up on a beautiful day just
to spent it laboring

what I do really hate though..
is another human hating on another.
it never makes sense...

No thought given
No message received
The great forests we know
Once oceans and seas
The deserts and wastes
Once tropical green
A cycle unending
Or so it would seem
But indeed it will end
And ends as we speak
For the thin veil is lifted
The sign we did seek
A potent sign hidden
Not without but within
The morning star rising
The end of all sin
A light now forming
And when it is done
We will be how we were
As when it had begun

I search for my reflection
but it is here no longer.

It's not about you
It's about what you do
So until you find it
Or it finds you
Get a clue
It's not about you
It's about what you do

C@rainbowchaser2021

How could you live drinking  water from the same river in which you had drowned scores of landless people who had come to live with you.

If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine?
If I may love with all my being,
being an ant?
You would then be, I mean,
I would then be,
imperceptible in the grand balance of power.

If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.