The Weak Man

You look at me, and ask, "Am I fine?”
I give a big smile, and crack a joke,
I actually want to, tell you the truth,
I am dying a slow death,
This is not me, that you are with,
It’s just a mask of a funny guy,
I am scared of all that I have become,
Of all the lies that I have ever told,

I am not as strong as I appear,
You seem to think, I am alright,
I seem to know, I have fooled you once again,
And this is how, my woes continue,
For every time I could have told you the truth,
I choose to suffer instead.

~ A Poem By Fizz

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10 comments:

  1. Thats how we are, we never say what we should .....
    Ohh very human.....

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  2. perfect narration of painful sobbing heart in love !! Bravo lady !! you know love so well

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  3. Most of us put on a mask in Life...lead a life of duplicity...very well put dear!!

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    1. Yes we do... I am glad you understood the poem so well, Aditi. :)

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  4. Pain in words, put beautifully.

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