So Wrong..

With all this chaos I believe poetry died..

    thinking to my self why does the world have to be so cruel 

    drowning in my sorrow in my own pool.. 

 The lesson i take from life , I apply it like a tool 

    nobody's perfect , lied to got  treated like a fool 

Nothing real anymore , reality gave birth to  fiction 

fairy tails aren't true but we all are wishing.....

 

 

     

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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