No one tries to understand
The agony of mine
They blatantly blame me entire time
All they want is,
For me to acknowledge my crime,
Which I didn't even commit in the line
No one cares about the hurt I suffer
In my confines.
All they care about, is their image
In the crowd at chime.
YOU ARE READING
UnSpoken Words!!
PoetryPoetry is the purest form, which connects souls and hearts. And here I am to connect those. So Please give it a try and read it. I am sure you won't be disappointed.
