• lone_soul_ 9w

    I

    I told them about
    me reading poetry.
    They laughed.
    Thought I was joking.
    Looked at me as if they
    did not know me.
    Like I had always been unsentitive.
    Immune to sorrow.
    I was a friend who
    had become a stranger
    in a moment of seconds.
    The fake smile had worked.
    That is why I will never
    tell them about my heartaches
    and depressing poems...