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Andrea Vasquez May 2016
She's obviously happy
Obviously joyful
Obviously peppy
Obviously she's had a happy life
Right?
What isn't obvious is her tears,
the ones she lets flood out after shutting her bedroom door at night.
Her scars she's hidden after the incident.
The "friends" she left behind.
No one knows
She's dying inside
No one knows
How much she wants to jump
How much she wants to pull the trigger
How much is weighing down on her shoulders.
She acts happy
She acts joyful
She acts peppy
She is woeful.
Blood and death fill her thoughts.
Cheer and hope fill her spoken words.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Like sweet & sour,
Life sure is peppy,
And even a bit more.

Imbalanced like my old diet,
It is more on the sour side.

But it's okay for me,
More patient I'll be.

I'll not make time bend,
For I know not the end.

Making sure to keep her happy,
But forgetting not I'm not a puppy.

Except abandoning it at stakes,
Learning from my mistakes,
Give life all what it takes.
My HP Poem #970
©Atul Kaushal

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