The more I give, the less I receive,
I gave you my all, which I can't believe.
You looked happy without a care,
While I felt lost, a lonely despair.
...
Am I that unfortunate brat?
Everyone getting what they want.
Why haven't opportunities come to me?
Oh, wait, people are so lucky—really.
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Don't judge the book by its cover
That phrase you will always hear
Be mindful anyway
Have a self awareness as they say
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It's just me, myself, and my pen against the whole galaxy.)
Tug Of War
The more I give, the less I receive,
I gave you my all, which I can't believe.
You looked happy without a care,
While I felt lost, a lonely despair.
Last time I saw you, you passed me by,
On my way down by the bay, I let out a sigh.
Poured out my rants and regrets that day,
But I missed your presence in a strange way.
Why am I acting like this, in such a crisis?
I want to forget you, erase your existence.
But then you appear again, wasting your time,
Chasing me down at the grocery line.
I just want to run and escape this plight,
To finally set my mind free and take flight.
do what makes you happy.
if writing offers an opportunity to close the open wound, just hold your pen and let it out those feelings until you're fully healed.