I like to think beneath the cover of the clouds.

A poem about feelings masked behind the necessary pleasantries of social convention.

We just have different opinions.

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Oh, pity means a lot to us!
Yet. think it might be such …

Hate you.

Its funny how leaving and coming back feel like going from one life to another.

I wrote this when my parents got divorces and my dad and I continually fought over who was right and wrong and everything else.

This is a poem written about a recent experience when staying with my father’s side of the family who live quite comfortably compared with myself.

In every Language some words have slightest difference in meaning though some people used all of them for the same meaning.