They say it's so big but mine ends inside these 4 walls
I hear so many voices but what i see are just empty halls
I thought i was important but now i feel like a doll
The people who broked my trust are just some goofballs
Who can't even use there hands to scratch cause they dont have any balls!
They say it's a colourful world but all i see are black and white
They pointed towards my old friends but now i get near sight
Everybody thinks they are smiling but what i see are sharp fangs
And they expect me, with them to do what! Shake hands?
Hah...in your dreams
That is why i created my own space
No matter what i dont have to act fake
I can do whatever the fuck i want
No one can see it and i dont have anyone to hide from.
- Author: Harshit (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2022 13:30
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
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