I'm not,
What I seem to be.
I'm not,
What,you think I am.
I might seem,
Calm ,
Collected,
& real.
I might seem,
Extraordinary,
Confident,
& surreal.But it's all just a facade,
I've masterfully made.For,
In the cruel reality,
I'm just another
Humane,
Human,
Gernade.It might not seem so,
But,I've lost what I've loved,
A million times &
I break down,
Every night .I've given it my all,
A million times,
Yet I loose hope,
In every fight.I've died inside,
A million times,
Hence I laud the darkness,
I've forgotten the light.Yet,
I collect myself,
All the scattered pieces,
Then I align them perfectly,
To make a fake outline.Just so you can believe,
I am,
What I seem to be.
I am,
What you think I am.
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Random thoughts....
ПоезіяThis is the personal collection of random thoughts of me, Manail ,an average pakistani teen