Suffering

Being me is sometimes so confusing. What to decide and what not to, always plays on my mind. The way life functions can never be actually understood, although a person always does make an effort to know more about things. Depth of heart is never viewed and the outer beauty is always given more emphasis upon. Beautiful life often cheats because it is built of glass which often easily breaks. Life offers suffering and betrayal.

poem by Rohit Sapra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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