The Sound of Silence

Sitting alone in an automat I let my mind wander,

The atmosphere was cold, and I could see some people squander.

I wrapped my coat tighter around myself, staring at my cup,

Trying to think of something good, in order to cheer myself up.

Was it of any use?, I pondered,

Life is cruelest to those who believe,

It takes away your reason of happiness and doesn't even let you grieve.

Even after having all that I may desire,

Why can't I let go of this feeling of loss? Why does it keep on burning like a fire?

Others glance and say that you have no reason to cry,

But what they don't realize is that they are merely a passer-by.

Life is not as easy as it looks,

It doesn't always have a happy story like they write in books.

The sound of silence weighed on my soul,

As I searched for the missing pieces to make myself a whole.

No one heard my cries or plea,

Which were hidden deep inside my sweet smile and ease.

I still search for happiness in every place that I go,

But its of no use, its is not something that can we can borrow.

It has to come from within, they say,

But what if my heart has lost its color, what if it has turned grey?

Its easier to pretend than to feel the agony,

Dancing to the music of life, on its melody.

But at the end of the day, its hard to ignore these emotions,

They tend to fill you up to the core like an ocean.

What looks good from afar might be hollow inside,

Crushing under the burden of ones ego and pride.

Apparently its really important for the world to see your perfect life,

And maybe there's no way for this pain and loneliness to end,

Without embracing it and feeling its stab of a knife.

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