Everyday , I just wonder if they really like me. Hoping im not one of those people who they all hate. I wrote a poem about it.. someone please give me their reviews? its not a proper poem.. just one that I started writing. The words came to me.
Mourn each morning.
Thinking ,
Lets start over again.
Try to please them.
They're never content.
And at the end of the day,
Wonder if you have real friends.
-Who dont think of you so badly in a secretive way.
I wish I could know , what they really thought.
Then again ,
You fall asleep. And after a few hours , it's starts again.
Trying to make them happy.
It never ends.
And I'm sick and tired of this daily routine.
Let's start a new life ,
One where you can be yourself and be loved for it.
There's always a new kid each day who is being hated.
Why cant we stop that?
A new target everyday.
The predators never miss.
As you get tied to a target with a rope ,
the prey starts to mope.
We live in a jungle.
One where theres a predator.. and a prey.
I know how it feels like to be teased , and yet , I've done it.
Im ashamed of my acts.
Do you know where you are?
We're in the ******* JUNGLE.
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