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The strongest heart is most vulnerable
You were so much beautiful
When i loved you
Seeing what you've become
I hate you!
Wonder what people think ,about
A man with no fear,
A man who never cried a tear
A strong individual,
Who cannot be miserable
Man with lion heart
Who's never broken apart.
Wonder what people think ,about
The coward man,
The one who never had a plan
A running weasel,
Always following other people
One of the shameful kind,
Who would rather live blind.
Being both the same time,
Is called human kind
Which one is me, I could never find
Sometimes I would cry at night
Other times I would'nt even mind
All the pain that comes with life
Yesterday I was a coward rabbit
Today I stand up to myself and lie
Just so tomorrow,
I could start the cycle one more time!
No man is powerful alone,
But which man is more ?
The one who didn't hold the crying
Or the one who supressed it until he arrived home ?
I choose the path of acting tough,
Even though I'm not,
I fear even more than the "weaker",
This is my only excuse
Searching for the same attention,
As the one "abused"
Where I end up is a miserable dark place
Where only I can hear my tears
Sitting there with the same fears.
I tried escaping so many times,
But it's me who's not letting me out
God is making fun of me
And I can't stop laughing
When i loved you
Seeing what you've become
I hate you!
Wonder what people think ,about
A man with no fear,
A man who never cried a tear
A strong individual,
Who cannot be miserable
Man with lion heart
Who's never broken apart.
Wonder what people think ,about
The coward man,
The one who never had a plan
A running weasel,
Always following other people
One of the shameful kind,
Who would rather live blind.
Being both the same time,
Is called human kind
Which one is me, I could never find
Sometimes I would cry at night
Other times I would'nt even mind
All the pain that comes with life
Yesterday I was a coward rabbit
Today I stand up to myself and lie
Just so tomorrow,
I could start the cycle one more time!
No man is powerful alone,
But which man is more ?
The one who didn't hold the crying
Or the one who supressed it until he arrived home ?
I choose the path of acting tough,
Even though I'm not,
I fear even more than the "weaker",
This is my only excuse
Searching for the same attention,
As the one "abused"
Where I end up is a miserable dark place
Where only I can hear my tears
Sitting there with the same fears.
I tried escaping so many times,
But it's me who's not letting me out
God is making fun of me
And I can't stop laughing
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