I carry my own personal weather with me
I cry where I am not seen
I smile when I am happy
And I try to make someone smile when they are sad
May be I am not influenced by what you say is pain
May be I don't feel it the same
And my smile is making you sicker in your pain
Should I suffer with you, then you can be satisfied
Because I am sure your inside just called me insensitive
I am concerned
I want you to be happy and I try to make you
But how's it justified that every time you feel bad I should feel bad too
I am trying to convert your energy to positive while you are so focused to make mine negative.
I want to know dear, how am I mean?
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I have had this written for a while but wanted to make some changes before posting, so far i couldn't think of any, so here is the poem written as it is..
YOU ARE READING
Sad poems
PoetrySadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.
