Seriously Poem by Liza Sud

They say of them that they are talanted,
But they - they are just tormented.
Their poems are space and galaxy,
And they are not lieing or painful.

Of them they breath out - genius,
But they are at top of pain,
And fly to the country of mirrors
And mode they can never dictate.

Of them they are saying: happiness,
And don't see the sea of tears.
But if you propose them a substitute-
They'll sent you away - and seriously.