If only I had seemed more congenial to their eyes,
If only I had the capability to pretend to believe their lies,
If only there had been more threads to strengthen our ties,
If only I could overcome their incomplete byes..
What does it mean?
Where does the problem lie?
There are a lot of black dots in my white circle,
And here I am, trying to just be alive with a snorkel,
That they gifted me before they left to sparkle,
Now, it’s up to you to assume if this is the truth or just another garble.
—– My third poem.. haha! 😉