I'm starting to be an expert in this art:
I can flaunt a fake bliss,
I can display a complete pretention,
Just to conceal my bleeding heart.
I think I'm beginning to master this art:
I can burst out in laughter the whole day,
Then I'll just lament at night
Still trying to figure out why I was left behind.
When will I be completely adept with this art?
This art of being unwanted, unloved and forgotten?
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Your Unspoken Words
PoetryI'm coming back to my passion. Passion for writing. Writing my stories. Stories that shaped my life. Life that seems so unfair. --‐----- Hi guys. It's my first time and I'll be very glad if you will interact / comment to my writings. Thank you s...
