It maybe sound weird
But do you care if you noticed it
A loner in front of many
But wanting to be part of the so called society
Silenced is their second language
But noise is what they want to manage
Isn't it ironic that the happiest word
Is the saddest one in their world?
Being alone is what they want
But wanting to be invited is their wish
An introvert as what you called
But a shinning star in a dark room they called home
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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
