Started out with a smile,
With a brisk heart and a desire,
Nothing much in return,
Just expected a true life.
But life had its own turns,
Mistakes and mistaken,
With people who loved being mean,
And robbing chances to make fun.
It wasn't supposed to be this way?
Or was it? Was I unaware?
Slowly got to know it won't be easy.
For the flowers may grow thorns as well.
Stayed silent and stayed cautious,
Made no mistake, so no one gets hurt,
Kept a smile on my face always,
Just to stab my heart with stone in the way.
The words came around to hurt more,
Efforts ignored and egos hurt,
Bitterness then cured nothing,
It messed up all of the whole scene.
What more was expected?
I was and I am still clueless.
Did you think of me as a dumb child?
As I always continued to fall behind.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
