I hate how my moods changes,
From happy to being sad.
I hate how you controlled my emotions,
Without having a concurrence.
They think I taste as a chocolates,
But I am more like a Bitter Gourds.
Trying to be sweet,
But im actually not.
I am more like to being a bitter,
For not being better.
I am much bitter,
But I hide it through my laughter.
When jealousy strikes me down,
I always let this question blown,
While I'll whisper in air.
What if I'll be beautiful like her?
©aesthetic1
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