Just a poem
Even the prettiest faces,
can hide the darkest souls
Then what’s wrong in holding on
to what once I deared the most.
What’s easy for you to throw away
can not be the same for me.
Why can’t you understand,
it’s not even a possibility.
I can cry and kill…
Poem
Whenever I looked up at the sky,
there was a ray of hope,
A will to do the great,
and set feet on the top.
Whenever I looked at the time,
there was always a run,
Something to catch and keep,
and something to remember for fun.
Whenever I looked at the stars,
I saw a million reasons to live,
To have faith in self and all,
and a million dreams to achieve.
Whenever I looked at the world,
no one seemed to care,
But there were a few far friends,
that encouraged me to dare.
Whenever I looked at myself,
I felt an urge to escape,
Escape my own skin may be,
or just the reality of a fake.