Not Really Okay

Am I crossing the line?

When I wish you were mine

Just because I'm smiling to you

It doesn't mean I'm fine

It hurts when you pass by

Or leave without goodbye

I know you're with her

Am I allowed to ask why?

I guess you can't see it

Simple words hurt sometimes

When I try to hide a tear

Under millions of smiles

There's no promise to betray

But I die every time you walk away

And I just want to tell you

I'm not really okay.

The City Of Living Dolls

Living in a world full of agony and deprived

Where the truth can never cross the mind

No wound you easily can bind

People are just trying to be blind

They don't give a hand if you die

They turn every word into a lie

Even innocence they trade and buy

Welcome to the city of no souls

Sale the heart for some goals

Money, food, and destructive tools

Humans! No, they're living dolls.

My Little World

The little world of mine

I always try to create

Where no room to repine

Where I make my fate

More than just some papers

Where dreams come alive

Drawing my own rainbow

A great pleasure I derive

Try to read my unlocked mind

And watch my imagination

Can't you see what I hide?

A whole world of creation.

Don't Underestimate Me

Since I started writing, my parents never encouraged me, yet they put hundreds and hundreds of obstacles on my way. I know I wasn't that good back then but it doesn't mean I was being unrealistic. I never thought about giving up and I tried so hard to improve myself and still trying but the more I get better and talk about my dream, the more they laugh at me. It may sounds senseless to you but that's what I'm living for. Little do I know they're trying to support me but sometimes it feels like they're my worst enemy. Just stop underestimating me; it doesn't really help when you say "stop dreaming". 

Blogging, Blogging and Blogging

Since my summer started and I'm officially done with high school, I have nothing to do but BLOGGING, writing has been always my own away to escape from the world. Me, my pen and paper are living in our own fancy creative world.  I write what I feel and I make readers feel it as well.
I hope everyone enjoys my blog and SUBSCRIBE!!!
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Get It Fixed

Since my heart is broken

I'm searching for a new inspiration

Sick of all sad songs,

wet pillows, misery and complication. 

Not trying to get attention

Just escaping from tension

But I won't change

No more looking for perfection

I'm starting a new race

New challenge to face

Getting my heart fixed

And a dream to chase. 

This Girl

You always get hypnotized

By every word I say or write

But if you really knew this girl

You'd know how I'm cold inside

You'd feel this emptiness

And what I've been through

Would have never blamed me

For sometimes acting cruel

What a painful world I live in

Try to count every scar and every sin

Never can you see what's hidden

Or the ones under my skin