How crowded the room is ,
how empty my heart feels.
No matter where I am,
How many people are around me,
I feel alone, and lost
Like I don't ever belong to
a fancy world that is careless for itself.
People smile hiding tears,
And then cry over it alone.
I see lies being pampered
more than truths,
I see no exotic colors to paint my sky,
I see things go wrong
yet people are so clam.
This world is totally upon materialistic
More than faiths and hopes.
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