Laughing stock

Laughing stock

A Poem by August

Why do I always go back to that same page
where I feel like a laughing stock inside a cage.
Why did I do it all? Who was it for?
All I wanted was a little love waiting for me inside those doors.
I was late to realise that none of them were opened for me, not a single one.
Oh, yes. I was their laughing stock..

© 2023 August


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We all came out of who we were to receive love and attention. I guess this is a canon event.But be sure of this; continue to be you and the people who are not with you are not your people. They never were. You are beautiful and enough just because you are.
you deserve better. there are doors that you have the key already, but not realized yet.

Posted 2 Months Ago


August

2 Months Ago

I'm better now than i was when i wrote this poem..and honestly now i really don't care about the one.. read more
One day door will open. Knock continuously..

Posted 1 Year Ago


August

1 Year Ago

Was that door really meant for me if I had to force someone into opening it?

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Added on November 14, 2023
Last Updated on November 20, 2023