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I am Crying



I am crying,

Crying out loud.

But alas, there is no sound.

No one can hear,

Nowhere are the tears,

Which I felt rolling down my cheek,

All day being feeble and meek.

I want to share,

With someone who cares,

I decide to say,

But alas, at last I sway.

As the question remains,

To spread the reality,

Or just the positivity.

To wear a mask

And make others smile.

To pretend,

Holding no regrets.

To show,

That I forgot the past misdeeds.

Is what it means by positivity.

Because,

You have to be too pure,

Too innocent, Too naive.

To be actually positive,

And even then cry you will,

Sitting in corner,

With no sound to be heard,

And no tears to be seen.

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