Not safe (a poem by me)

So easy to hide the pain within Cos all it takes is a fake smile...
Wish we could talk for a minute but no, let’s just save time...
Does future really exist? Or it’s just a length of years of failed plans...?
Why is it always mourning instead of morning? why haven’t I seen a brighter day despite keeping late nights?
Everyday; same plights, same cries of a layman..
Sometimes I feel I’ve spent a day twice.
One of my homie says; “stay nice, it pays fam!”
But every time I’m let down being a Samaritan on this unsafe side.

- Penwise Brownie

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