Not so happy

I am not so happy

I felt anger burning inside.

My ex-b lighted up the fire.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Anger is: Get a sharp long big needle,

and poked right on your own heart.

It is painful because it hurts yourself.

Anger is wet, dirty, and messy.

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I HAVE TO WRITE

I did not shout at her,

to tell her what she should be doing.

Instead, I guessed what were the reasons behind

of her every single act.

I had seen her telling lies,

many many times,

in the line,

to the someone on the other side.

Therefore, I could hardly believe,

she is someone genuine.

Making up so many lies
and make believes,
that everyone is attracted to her existence,
she grows old and not growing up



I have my reason to write down these.
Perhaps I don't need one.
I write my experience.


I laugh, because I see it as a tragicomedy,
that sadden the morality,
and amused me.




* * *


She walked on the street,
as if walking on the red carpet.
So glamourous,
so dramatic,
so pathetic.



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This piece of writing does not intend to assault any good souls but intends to insult the elegant behaviour that offends the beautiful world.



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