She walks around,
With the world on her shoulders,
She can't fall to the ground,
Because no one is there to hold her,
The pain,
Voluntarily there but involuntarily heavy,
The shame,
Keeps her eyes to the ground, she keeps herself steady,
Burdens and battles,
Things she can't handle,
Weighing down on her,
Breaking her back,
Harder and heavier,
No turning back,
It's becoming unbearable,
But she's still holding on,
It's uncomparable,
To everything else,
And anything she's ever felt,
It's all coming back to her,
It's done building up,
Now everything crashes around her,
She's not so tough,
But in a last effort,
She remembers her past,
Remembers everything she once cared for,
And begins to run away fast,
And she runs outside and drops to the ground,
Pours out all her tears as the rain begins to pound,
All the troubles of her day,
They all wash away,
With the water she's restored,
And the pain is no more.
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We are prisoners of our own desires.
Well.... I-I did not actually wished to do this. But my friend said I should keep my poems in here . Since most of them are in paper and tend to get lost .
Technically this is just a place were my old and new poems shall reside.
Just to answer
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