I hate those children on the streets
Whose happily smiling when they received some treats
I hate those big smiles on their faces
For I can't imagine myself to smile as wide as theirs
I hate it when they enjoyed their loud voices
And excited shouts when they meet their old friends
Those sweet giggles and warm embraces
When they start chatting about their life's purposes
I hate those busy lines on the telephone
As if a novel life haven't been told for so long
That crazy laugh on the same line
When they recall the story of their life
I hate it, I hate when I hate something
For a reason that I can't do anything
To live like them is a suicide in the middle of nowhere
That I can't even handle for I keep hanging in the air
This life I'm living maybe isn't normal
To those people who lives to the full extent of being human
And I hate it, I hate this life I'm living
I hate to end my life still hating
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
