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Hidden Truth ~Poem#1

Hidden Truth

They kept pushing me down...,
I kept pushing away the ground...

I got tired I m a human...,
They won't get tired they're inhumane...

I kept loosing myself on the way...,
They kept walking on me on their way...

The worlds so bright...,
With so much delight...,
Yet All I feel is fright...,
I run away from the light...

The worlds like a dream from far away... ,
I better watch it from far away...

Too much brightness hurts you too...,
Much more then darkness can hurt you...
Too much smiling hurts you too...,
More then sadness can hurt you...

The worlds full of sorrow...,
Everything good is coming tomorrow...

I search for the hope...,
Trying not to mope...

Either I don't get any...,
Or they ask for a penny...,
Which I don't have many...,
To give away any...
(This doesn't actually mean penny, It means they ask for something in return, Penny is used to give it a poetic form)

I cant get a conclusion...,
Everything is just a confusion...

They kept chasing...,
I kept running...,
They kept pushing me down...,
I kept pushing away the ground...

They snatch my hope...,
I catch the rope... (of hope)

I get tired of running around...,
And decide to kiss the ground...,
Then I hear the dreadful sound...,
Of feet's stomping the ground...

I imagine being the ground...,
Feet's stomping on me all around...,
I feel the pain of being the ground...,
And decide its better to run around...

I keep trying to blend in...,
Trying to not to find everything offend'in...

They say I m always in a state confusion...,
Yet they won't give me any kind of solution...,

They say I m understanding...,
I feel they are misunderstanding...,(me)
They say I have been misunderstood...,
I feel I m being misunderstood...

I keep on trying...,
They keep on pushing...,
I keep on running...,
They keep on chasing...

I open my eye...,
To watch the sky...,
Before I die...

(Not actual death, just the feeling of surrendering can also be considered as welcoming death)

I feel the hope rising within me...
I feel the blood pumping in me...
I feel the life waking within me...
I feel the heart pulsing in me...
I feel the energy increasing within me...
I feel the courage growing in me...

Nothing was enough to push away the heavy world...,
Nothing was enough to describe how I felt...,
Nothing was enough to forget the feeling...

I laid there staring at the sky and its beauty...,
I laid there watching the sun doing its duty...

I was lost in the feeling...,
I was lost in the beauty...

The world woke me from my sleep...,
The world broke me from my dream...

It was not just a dream...,
It gave me a hopeful beam...

I tried to get up and face the world...,
But was long forgotten by the world...

I loved not being considered...,
At times it did hurt not being considered...

I wish I could just disappear...,
Watch how the world without me would appear...

I tried not to be offended...,
Because that's what I wanted...

They have stopped chasing me...,
Those stomping feet's still kept haunting me...

The hopeful beam kept me alive...,
The beautiful dream kept me alive...

I kept dreaming about my dream...,
I kept smiling about my dream...

My dream became my happiness...,
My dream became my weakness...

My dream became my smile...
My dream hid the truth for a while...

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And if you understood any part of the poem then kindly mention I will be glad and make you too ;)
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