The moon is shining
And my soul is dieing
My empty heart is crying
With all these, I’m still fighting
I heard about happy people
They think they’re in the world’s middle
But they should think a little
How would it be
If their lives would be empty
If for every mistake they’d feel guelty
If they’d be judged for what they look like
If their voices can’t be heard without a mike
If they’d be judged for what they like
Maybe we are sick of playing all of these games
We try to look happy, we’ve lost our true face
But inside we’re crying for what people talk
We can’t run away from here, we are locked
A smile would be more than in off
We’ll look happy again, maybe we’ll laugh
I forgot all about my life
Cause they judged me for being shy, that’s my knife
A/N:Sweet readers, I hope there aren’t any mistakes. Since English is not my mother tongue :)
YOU ARE READING
You gotta be happy
PoetryIf you feel alone and no one can t understand you,so they choose to look at you like you re monster or somethin like that....I know how you re feeling.. You re not crazy, you re just TOO SAD.
