Words pierce harder on a heart that is burdened with adversity.
They turn a friend into a foe by the scar that was thrown.
A hit so slightly away from the root from where its all grown.
I hide my pain in laughter, that's why they say I am a child.
I say I only laugh, so do all those who are alive.
They say I bring sadness into their lives,
I say I chose you as a trustee for my pains I live in disguised.
But I remembered that its human to not understand all the time.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
