I sit when they saw
Stand when they too
I obey them
My black eyes turn blue
A synthetic smile
Quietening cries
I obey them
Heart filled with despise
Forgiveness is something
They shall not get
My fake smile is gonna
Make them all regret
A heart filled with hatred
And a face with a smile
I am not what I seem
Intentions all vile
Life is no longer as simple as it seemed! It has tuned into a heap of faked smiles, feigned interests and pretentious nothingness. But, such acts are harmful to one's self. Hatred is what one develops against oneself. Simple poem written in profound emotions
Synthetic smile. Your poem isn't synthetic. It carries life. Nice work
Very apt title...it goes with the content very well...liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is true as the blue sky