It’s Strange, how people around me, Dearly, Enjoy and Party their Occasions together
As I stand,
Distorted,
Gnashing my teeth,
Encircled by a Collective Amusement that pleases me less,
Seeking the ability to connect same way as others can… although to me,
Yet Finding Out, Myself Faking,
‘Ending Up weeping …
Weeping in and in secret:
‘The Fake Smiles’, I Socially attempt to drag out from within;
‘The Fake Smiles’ which, even though socially, Sweat my senses while I’m pushing them the nearest to my face as best as I can Endure Pushing…
It’s Frightening to think of how Patient would I ever be to Endure Pushing more often as well as The Unstoppable Time will grow Older through me and my Tired Inspiration.
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