I stand in the crowd,
being knocked many times.
I cry a million gazillion times,
And lost myself.
I keep my voice into myself,
until I find my way out.
I do tired of fighting in an unfair world,
but never give up on trying.
I accept all the swords of words,
give a heart a deep wound that creates scars.
I keep looking for an answer,
why they always hit the rock in the way.
And, I realized,
No matter how good or bad you are,
They will never learn by their mistake.
Instead,
they always find a way,
To blame you for something,
They don't accept themselves.
They create a warrior into battle,
They put a sword in her heart until she dies,
But one thing, they don't know,
They stab a heart that has a strong essence of what life means.
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Mxginlight
PoetryLife is composed of many algorithms and sometimes it becomes hard to define. We used to see the solution yet we are blind to see the outcome of what's next after being solved. Compilation of words, emotions, sounds, letters, rhythm, languages, and p...
