Birth out of Pain.
Tears, cries, sadness.
That's what I feel everyday.
Masking my emotions with a smile,
My favourite makeup.
The one no one sees through, doesn't crease, doesn't wear out.
It's funny how no one sees through this fake smile,
But then, how can I expect any less?
Those who don't bother about me,
Who don't talk to me except they need from me.
Tell me, is life supposed to be about struggle?
Being unable to be happy?
Why can't I have a stable life, like those I see on the gram?
Oh they say not everything that glitters is gold, you would think I know that,
But here I am, wishing for someone else's life just so I can be happy.
How do I mask my fears?
A question I decode ways to answer everyday.
The accuracy of my pretence.
All I want is to be happy.
I just want to not be sad,
I only desire a life without these tears,
How can I get it?
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