I want you to please come;
to witness what I've become,
I survived all those years;
and it was literally bearsome,
I never said anything to anyone;
and couldn't even hum,
the people responsible for all this;
danced on the beats of drum,
people being colourful nowadays;
I know 'em all, I talk to some,
Me knowing the colours of people;
always escaping from the scrum,
Now Today for the sake of peace;
I avoid arguments and play dumb,
It doesn't feel cringy anymore because;
melancholy is now my dearest chum,
of the undefined greifs and sorrows;
what could be the total sum?
©the_y77
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