Why are my words seems to be so hard
To look like autumn in the midst
Why it smells so pretending
To be disguised as rose beneath the throne?

As if I am happy
My smile seems never ending
But not even a human could defy mortality
Then why am I not done with this sickening?

It feels so weird to hear your thoughts
From the peoples that surrounds you
But why does it feels so suffocating
Even in the crowd where I am standing in?

My leaves are shading
And thus they are leaving
Like the drought in winter
It surrounds my naked figure

So exposed, so fragile
Bruised by the hands beside
But the fluttering lips that lifts
It still hopes for the best in the least

© Charchita. C