I attempted to shield the sentiments and put a splended appearance.
The superficial truth is countering and confronting me at once.
All is too heavy to suppress and to confine.
I am certain, nothing is going my way who didn't look fine.
Eyes turn to red and got swollen,
Caused by much suppressions and sufferings from pain.
They were no longer bright as ever as plain.
Maybe, 'coz it carried so much behind in vain.
As if it had deliberately inflicted my own sane.
Now, I have understood the weightiness of being alone.
And I have a reason which is harder to be drawn.
Was not the life journey to be cut as my own?
Nor a life to be called as my throne?
— PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
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