The False Reality

"When will the dying end?

when you shed your last tears

Tired of smiles being just pretend

But too scared to face our fears

When will the hate cave in?

Only crying when no one hears

Tired of the whispers of what could have been 

But too scared to look in the mirror."

This poem is about: 
Our world



please tell me how to improve my poetry~seawolf

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