WHO WILL WEAR YOUR CLOTHES
You keep keeping to yourself alone
You discriminate and segregate
You feel being alone is peace
Nay; peace is loving your neighbours
You are obsessed with depression
Your expression to everything is; "I'm fine"
It gets scary like some kind of infection
You are such a lifeless expectation
You only have one direction
To that only one emotion that's without connection
I wish you could see your reflection.
Now that you are old, am wondering
Who will wear your clothes?
@360potential
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