He used to write stories with tears
that were only known to his pillow.
His Dreams were reality ,
But
The reality was still a vision to his soul.
He loved to walk under the moon.
Because the sun was too bright for his eyes.
"Every cloud has a silver lining."
was just one of those phrases that was hard for him to imply.
He loved his family ,
But
Was too scared to share the truth.
He always smiled with them ,
So that they could not see the other side of his Dark room.
"Why am I sad?"
"What is the reason?"
"Why am I getting so mad?"
Were the questions that always revolved in his mind.
And
"I need help."
Was the only answer that he could ever find.
His eyes and lips showed different parts of his life.
One told everyone that he was Happy,
While the other tried not to cry.
Swati Singh
that were only known to his pillow.
His Dreams were reality ,
But
The reality was still a vision to his soul.
He loved to walk under the moon.
Because the sun was too bright for his eyes.
"Every cloud has a silver lining."
was just one of those phrases that was hard for him to imply.
He loved his family ,
But
Was too scared to share the truth.
He always smiled with them ,
So that they could not see the other side of his Dark room.
"Why am I sad?"
"What is the reason?"
"Why am I getting so mad?"
Were the questions that always revolved in his mind.
And
"I need help."
Was the only answer that he could ever find.
His eyes and lips showed different parts of his life.
One told everyone that he was Happy,
While the other tried not to cry.
Swati Singh
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