Category : Poems

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Inside this picture perfect image 
there's this ticking bomb,
A voice that's counting backwards 
Is the demon who will cause harm.. 
Regulating emotions, 
I can't speak..
hyperventilating now
I can't breathe
Crying as I watch them
Turn their backs on me
Reaching out 
but no one's reaching back for me. 
You hear the laughter around you. 
as they turned their cheeks
But why am I failing 
if it's the world who betrayed me?
it's hard to look for something real.. 
When real has become fake... 
It's hard to look for trust..
now that trust is give or take
It's hard to look for respect 
when respect is defined as a look..
It's hard to judge life 
when life makes you the book…