Silent Echoes
Life is simple, It's people who feel like pimples. No one wants to allow negativity to surround, But this is what we find digging deep down. The complexity is not in the brain, But some chord showers the thoughts' rain. Expressing seems an impossible mission, Because people's expression digs a grave called depression. Injury is not always denoted by bleeding, Sometimes it's people's comment feeding. Some feelings we can't unfollow, And thoughts belong to that mellow. Pack your existence sack, Before people throw us like a garbage bag. Peace can become a long-lasting cologne, But for that we have to be our own clown.