by Eva Prabhakar

Created on: July 22, 2008

I call up my friends
To pour my heart out
Some aren't there,others don't know
What I'm talking about...

They seem to be very concerned
For my feelings & for me
Yet,they don't understand
There's more than they see...

Everything's alright & fine
Except for my lil' heart
Life's a bed of roses
As long as I don't mention this part...

My voice doesn't find words
To help me let go
To forget all the questions
That I should forgo...

Optimism is my very best
Of which I have a lot to give
My head fails my heart
But I smile...and I live...

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