Beautiful Liar

Falling again.

I take a look at the cruel world.

Inside my past is my reality,

Forgetting it has become my fantasy.

Continue to walk,

but might as well give up.

My family is looking out for me,

but why now?

If they were never there

when I drowned in pain. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
Our world

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