Everything seemed to be ok...
But now I realize I was just putting up a mask;
A false face so I wouldn't be a burden on others...and to convince myself that I was just like everybody else.
Normal.
But the truth is that I'm not normal.
A broken toy that can either be fixed by someone who has the right tools, or thrown away by anyone who doesn't.
My shown emotion is just an illusion; A trick to deceive others as well as myself.
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The Process of
कविताThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
