Embarrassment - Poem by Eman Awad
I've learned a lot that i must share,
i feel like i'm all new, like i'm not me.
I felt like my life was dark and not fair,
but i've learned to be satisfied with my destiny.
Maybe tomorrow is a better day,
believing in that may be a cure for any illness.
It wasn't the time to get swept away,
i was wrong, and that it's killing me to confess.
It was never my fault to know you,
i thought you're the one and that you made me believe.
I felt some thing the moment i saw you,
i tried so hard but you're the thing i will never achieve.
It's the way you made me feel,
like i was the dream for some one and the love.
I can't believe i thought it was real,
but living without you after that was really tough.
Now, when you get brought up in any conversation,
i find it all are very embarrassing to me to justify.
How i was hurt and lost in my own destination?
no one believes that i'm fine now, that i don't cry.
They think i'm lying and they sympathy my heart,
how young it was to be broken and how foolish i've been?
But they never heard you saying that you'll start,
to be some one else, and that you've only love within.
They didn't see your sweet smile and they didn't hear,
any of your words, that made me defy them all for you.
They saw me getting hurt and they felt my fear,
and they wiped my tears after we were through.
The only thing embarrassing about me,
the weirdest thing that happened in my life.
Your just an embarrassment to me,
the reason i've wished for that i was never alive.
But i'm over that even if i'm alone believing that,
not all the people are angels underneath.
Looking at my life now, well, it's not that bad,
i'm on my own but doing fine and that i please.
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