R. S. Azalèa: this is my first publish poem. If you guys like it than tell me. Have fun reading it, It's kind of different but it's not bad i can tell you that. sit back and relax and read It's Reality by me. Thank you.

It's Reality

The sun reflected on my eyes

There was nothing there but the

Reflection of the bloody

Bodies resting around me

I cried but my sobs weren’t heard

I screamed but no sound was made

My voice was not being heard

A terrible nightmare

I was unable to speak

I listen in the shadows

No one spoke to me

They all whispered to themselves

They did not looked at the bloody sun!

The reflected sun of many years

Listening to the people whining to them,

Bored, by their silly games and annoying roars of fears

There was only one sound made but no one heard it,

My voice could not be heard even if I ripped my throat apart

Even if my lights were slaughter into pieces

To every vein in my body

To every vessel in my heart

To every tear from my eyes

Nothing was heard

Nothing was seen

They could only see what they wanted to see,

They could only make what they wanted to make

They took their lives away from each other,

They destroyed each other with their smiles

Their fake faces; not about to introduce themselves

Not able to be themselves

Wanted to be free

Not able to be

They say they are

UNABLE TO FLY

Trapped between

The truth

But what is truth?

Reality from far away

Nothing but from the start

Not able, not wanting,

Not starting, not finishing

Making the world a better place

Only for one but only one, not able to be happy

Because they don’t care

Even if it destroyed themselves

Even if they include their souls

And sell the world

As long as they say

Hey, It’s reality

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