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My Feelings are pieces of paper, crumpled, With two feet trampled. No one listens, Nor see how my eyes glisten, The tears remain in my soul, Yet, with a smile I stand tall. No one is aware of me, What I perceive they never see. My true feelings I am always hiding, Cause my very own, only want to hear good tidings. They are not interested in how I fare, To tell the truth if I dare, They think I want pity, Leaving me alone and empty. Everyone thinks I seek attention, But all I want is connection, A little understanding, That is heart to heart, A big hug for a start.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
My Feelings Do Not Matter.
My Feelings are pieces of paper, crumpled, With two feet trampled. No one listens, Nor see how my eyes glisten, The tears remain in my soul, Yet, with a smile I stand tall. No one is aware of me, What I perceive they never see. My true feelings I am always hiding, Cause my very own, only want to hear good tidings. They are not interested in how I fare, To tell the truth if I dare, They think I want pity, Leaving me alone and empty. Everyone thinks I seek attention, But all I want is connection, A little understanding, That is heart to heart, A big hug for a start.
Wish your children would understand your feelings and desires.All you need is some time to talk share a meal.
#hug#trample#connect#pity#talk
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salmabanu-hatim
72/F/Tanzania
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
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