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Hyde-ing Interests


 
In recent years 
 
 
I gotten tired of tears
 
 
But will they swell 
 
 
To the point of dwell?
 
 
 
Sadly these days' people don't care
 
 
About other people's welfare
 
 
Quotes that are heard
 
 
May make others disturbed
 
 
"Do they have kids?
 
 
I don't care…they are there shortly in the end
 
 
Do they have family?
 
 
I don't care they just think it was untimely
 
 
Do they have love ones?
 
 
I don't care their already half done
 
 
Once the trigger is blown
 
 
The ugly face is shown
 
 
Any excuse would do
 
 
As long as they have a muse
 
 
I know a hero when I see one
 
 
Who sacrifices wellbeing for another someone?
 
 
But please don't make up lies 
 
 
To cover up another's demise
 
 
Money wealth fame
 
 
Someone else takes the real blame
 
 
Murders liars cheaters
 
 
I really don't care about either
 
 
I really care about the innocence
 
 
But their hardly any benevolence
 
 
They say I have a biological obligation 
 
 
But IDC for these sad observations
 
 
Sadly love is not my main belief
 
 
But I am very gullible and naïve
 
 
I like to have standards
 
 
 
But here... I am much rendered
 
 
When someone come to claim love 
 
 
What is it really made of?
 
 
Sadly for me it is always admiration
 
 
Confuse with the real adoration
 
 
I often ask what if it don't pact
 
 
Because one of us will be a hypocrite 
 
 
Though you may say "I don't judge on looks"
 
 
I always judge the cover of the book
 
 
I like what I see and I like what hear
 
 
But these sweet nothings are never dear
 
 
What are these feeling I feel 
 
 
Are they really real?
 
 
I may cast out the reel
 
 
But there always a hole never filled
 
 
No one will love me for me
 
 
Unless I change my energy
 
 
I lied and say looks aren't everything
 
 
But could I possibly I love a nothing?
 
 
At the cost of my whole being
 
 
It doesn't mean perfect symmetry
 
 
It takes only correct chemisty
 
 
or else it will have the same consequential misery
 
 
Though I look like a Jekyll
 
 
I myself, is filled with riddles
 
 
I wear a mask to hide
 
 
My true Hyde…..
 
 
That i can hardly abide by
 
 
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