We never know what is going on in our heads,
Despite all of us meeting thousands of people daily.
We never know what is going on in ones mind,
In-spite meeting them so many times.
We never know how that person might be affected,
Even if we think its only for fun.
We never know what goes on ones mind about suicide,
Even if they are being happy outside ; going through all the phases.
We never know what went through in everyone's past,
Despite us people judging them at their best.
We never know what goes through one's Mind ,
despite our wild imagination every time.
We never know how much it hurts to other person,
despite our need to speak our mind.
We never really know , in-spite us claiming to know everything.
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PoetryScattered words , Thrown around From the deep sea , In form of words From different world, Into the real one
