Not Waving
Some days I feel everything.
Other days I feel so empty inside.
Counting all the fakes smiles.
Watching the fake kindness on show.
There's always two sides to one story.
The truth will always be twisted.
Plant the seed of doubt and watch it grow.
Surrounded by people who love being negative.
While all the time I wasn't waving I was drowning.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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