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Hide and seek for the weak - poem

 Hide and seek for the weak


Sometimes when I find that one person i really really like,

That one person that doesn't make me feel the need to smile and yell,

The one person that doesn't make me fear the future,

The one person that doesn't make me feel the need to stay silent to be loved,

The one person that doesn't seem to love me enough


I try my best to keep them and hold them to my heart,

Holding them close before they depart,


I fill in the gaps of what I fail to be,

But I end up with someone just like me


I try my best not to let them go, 

I’ve modified and perfected my world,

Shielding me with great walls of stone,

I have tried my hardest not to let you go,


But you still seem to seep through the gaps,

You crushed the walls to shambles,

And reduced me to actuality


Realisation hits after reality had pierced through twice,

I'm back to square one,

Pretending, just to stay relevant,

Just pretending,

Just pretend


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