Life Poem by Aina Jahirah
Life
Life isn't the best thing,
It's just full of beautiful lie,
I'm like a puppet of life,
I'm taken when needed,
But thrown when useless,
Nobody knows behind the wall
of that poker face,
Maybe full of happiness?
Or full of despair, sadness, lonely
It's better to be exist,
I could just remain unknown,
Since death is a painful truth.
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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