The image; crying little child

let me tell you what loneliness feels like,
you look to the stars but none blinks its sparks ,
you get drenched under the rain but you appreaciate none of its drop,
you are in the crowd of laughter but none of them makes you happy,
you are in the breezy day but the serenity never calm you,
you are in fields of flowers but their beauty don't catch your look,

because in loneliness;
you look to nobody except yourself; the image of crying little child in you
you seek the hand of a mother-like, but nobody reaches you
for false reality portrays; you are a happy geek
the tears you mute, silence your happiness
it kills you,
but you, will worry nobody

because they believe;
you are an adult
less dependent, should be your character
we should worry you, lesser than less

because they don't see;
that crying little child in you
it buries your sincere laughter

because you don't show;
for you, love to worry nobody.

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