"Mal de Coucou"
Sweet scent of an active social life,
A phenomenon free from strife,
Don't need myself to blend in,
Just a small circle I can trust within,
Some may want the world to accept them clearly,
I just want a few where I can find loyalty,
Don't want a lot of people to like me,
Just one who can love the real me,
You devour a buffet of chitchat and bland colour,
But with them, fangs of hunger will be no more,
People whom I can trust despite their toxins,
Someone who can accept me despite my sins,
Not everyone you knew will support your passions,
They will judge you by laughing at failures and rejections,
People who really support you hides kindness behind a scary strife,
Your friends on social media are sometimes haters in real life,
If you find someone who can accept the real you,
All of your bad sides you wished you never knew,
Trust is the mal de coucou's emblem,
Do not just keep them but value them.
-lylefaygandia-
Note:
•Mal de Coucou•
(n.) a phenomenon in which you have an active social life but very few close friends.
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The Poetry of Obscure Sorrows
Şiir"Her 3 am thoughts turned into poems.." This is an original collection of poetry inspired by pro-caffeinated binges, insomnia and the dictionary of obscure sorrows.
