Poezii

Luciana Stoicescu-Vaughan Nowadays I learned not to cry Unless I can't hold it. The people around Are running away Saying: "Forget it!" "How are you doing?" "Thanks, I'm doing fine" It does not matter if You're sad or suffer No one will give a dime. They want to see success, Money, fame and power. You have to hide the truth That your life is sour. Depression is a shame, Melancholy - a stigma - Who wants to be around Someone who lack charisma? Go party, spend some money, Show that you have some fun, Smile with or without reason (!) Nobody then will run.