I am not capable enough
But I tend just to laugh
He can't be derious, isn't he?
But those were teary eyes I can see
This is why I don't want to be good in their eyes
It's better just to be full with lies
Cause if you are good at something
They'll take advantage on that thing
He's supposed to be tough in front of us
But why did I feel like being hit by a bus?
I have lots of questions remained unanswered
But those words made me bothered
Why would I continue if the reasons were uncertain?
I think its time to close the curtain
I'm afraid, they never understood
Nah, I'm used to it. Just keep eating your food
YOU ARE READING
POM POEMS
PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
