Things which you hear
Are not audible to me.
And the ones which I hear
Are imaginary to you.
That voice of yours
Is a noise to me.
And mine
Is always a yap for you.
I'm wrathful to the ones
who love me still!
why??
And how??
Why do they love me?
And I feel envy
How can they pretend so well?
Yes!
'Life's a drama' as one said.
'Life's a drama' as others act!
-Jo (Play)
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