Lead Life

My infinite smiles were just to cheer you. I wish you felt them.

The facade in a twinkle of those eyes will not hide the great darkness in them.

That is the eyes inherent colour.

The clueless me wonders about the tolerance in you. Envious, painful, and a respect like no other.

The goosebumps that present at the most silent of times,

Like a silent cavern echoing a tiny ripple of water.

The light you reflect, is so vibrant,

That it shields every bit of sorrow that has erupted and submerged in you.

Maybe you hide it so well that even the angels up above fail to see it,

That they pass by, oblivious to your melancholy.

You shoulder a burden like none other. A burden crushing you from all directions.

But what if you chose to divide the load? If not many, among one lovely soul?

A soul that makes you chuckle into a blissful environment.

A soul so soothing that you forget all your sadness.

You do not need to accustom yourself to that false truth. You are never alone.

You, who leads a false life of untrue justifications,

Is this really how you want to lead life?

Is this how you pretentiously pretend to lead a pretty life?