Lives of Others (sonnet)

Often what we feel about our reflections is not how others see us. Most people don't choose to listen and I believe that is where this metaphor takes part, at least in the first stanza. Interestingly enough I find that writing about experiences help others in a way they do not realize it now. But this seems to be self sacrificing your happiness for others, which is ironic in itself for self explanatory reasons. But too often the wisest words are left unheard because no one tends to listen. It's justified because that's the world we live in nowadays, everyone is in a rush. I do like how you make yourself out to be a story teller here. Clever write sir. Nominated. Good luck 5/5.

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