Calm Is Not a Fiction
I get pretty disillusioned with petty illustrations
Expressing lush lifestyle of unattainable wealth tenable to a select few
I get pretty flustered with beautiful posters
Impersonating as the real deal, imposing, intimidating with a candid sly smile
I get pretty bored hearing radio ads that would compulsorily end with forced group laughter
Implying to its audience that they are nothing but foolish herds just thankful and be blessed
with their so-called auditory elegance presence
I get up and draw my own life with smileys in every signatures and making sure my
moments be priceless to no one's standard
I get up and look in the mirror, reflects at my own reflection and look deep inside my light
brown eyes and found the beauty in me, the beauty is me
I get up and sets my own playlist with occasional taped sound of my own voice just to
make sure that I won't hear my own forced laughter instead I would hear a more calm me
And there and then I realised
Calm is not a fiction...
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