I need tips on writing poems. Here's what I mean...v_v
What's this?
You say I am so kind
a fake,
a lie,
a smile,
It doesn't matter
A separate part of me watches,
wonders,
Am I really kind?
flawlessly,
effortlessly,
delusionally,
My heart is empty,
yet slowly filling up
You still love me,
unknowingly
to the truth inside of me
Is kindness really love,
or rather,
a way to push you back?
Has kindness become something,
empty,
false,
ugly?
What now?
Anyone can give me tips and possible ways to improve?!
