PerceptionA Poem by Rania K.I'm selfish, they're telling I'm taking too much I'm helpless, trying to speak but I always get hushed falling down, asking for help but making no sound living through emptiness six feet under the ground They offer their condolences, for all of the dreams they had murdered but the past had passed, what used to be yelled is now murmered whispers are left to die on the streets, where words are knives and the never ending lies is what they call their lives I'm vulgar, clinging to a piece of thought and by the urban hunters I am being sought they hung a picture me, that they had perceived they tore the skin, and realized they were deceived Not all who glitter, are happy souls not all that glitters, is gold wildfire will kill a forest but never the trees they will hang until a gust of wind, brings them back their seeds
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Added on November 8, 2015 Last Updated on November 8, 2015 Tags: poem, poetry, inspiration, poet, dark, perception, deception AuthorRania K.IraqAboutRania, 16, I write poems to put my worst experiences into the most beautiful thing: art. more..Writing
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