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Shewrites Jan 2021
Somehow, It's exhausting to live in this world with some kind of a code of how to become a likable person.
Where in you should behave in accordance of what the society dictates you to be like,

so they won't ridicule you,

forced to follow the rules to survive or blend,

pretend to be someone likeable,

make friends,

go to work,

bathe everyday,

follow the trend,

build high defensive walls

and  basically just do what the others do to avoid being labelled as

******,

Crazy,

madmen

insane.

Sometimes, I just want to be crazy..

So I could have an excuse not to follow rules

do whatever I like,

say whatever I want

and just be ME.
Got inspired from the book of Paolo Coelho "Veronika Decided to Die" Circa (Jan 14, 2017)
mimi Jan 2021
Trauma decides
The fake smiles,
And happy lies.
The broken promises,
And tear filled eyes.
If we’re just fine,
Or if we’re not alive.
Jasmine Reid Dec 2020
More fickle than the seasons
fragile like thawing ice

attached with a firm grip
clutching like a baby’s hand.

Desperate but never dangerous
susceptible yet not defenceless
acquiescent, though a fool.

They are the simpleton’s
that embrace counterfeit fables,
illusions of promise

And at the end
that makes them break
ghost Jan 2021
I have been trying to fake this tough girl,
just to make them see,
that even in this rough world,
they are no one more to me.

I say I'm ok,
When I'm nowhere close to fine,
I was falling apart,
but I covered up the signs.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd said I'm weak.
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

The anthem used to go,
I'm ok go away.
I know I'm broken,
I'm alive, I'm awake.

But I'm not gonna lie,
not today,
I know I'm broken,
but it's not too late.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd say I'm weak,
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

Sometimes I don't feel like talking,
But I got to keep going, got to keep walking,
Sometimes I just want to sit here crying,
But now all I want to do is feel those tears.
this is probably one of my longest poems.
yellowgogh Jan 2021
Wherever or however it’ll be hidden,
it will stink badly when it’s rotten.
Kora Sani Jan 2021
i’m not really familiar with that feeling
“happiness” you call it?
what is that and what does it really mean?

i know whatever it is,
i fake it all too well
makes me wonder
how many of you are good fakers too
Jannat Dec 2020
I'm broken, shattered,
But no one seemed to pick up the fragments,
I'm going down,
But nobody seemed to lend a helping hand,
I'm in the pitch black,
But no one seemed to have given me a light,
I'm on my own,
But nobody seemed to be accompanying me,
I ought to be rescued,
But nobody's there to save me.
Well, what about you?
Will you pick up the fragments which everyone abandoned?
Will you catch me when I fall?
Will you  bring me light when it's dark?
Will you prove to me that I'm not alone?
Will you be saving me?
Please, please?
Normally i have no one that could help me. I have this one really best friend who herself and her mum really care about me, and that's who I am relating to in this poem, asking if she will be the one.
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