Secrets draw us like their muse.
So we come up with an excuse
To pose.
...and were somehow proud,
That no one found out.
And yet it's killing us on the inside.
But you're so well buried
That no one guesses the truth.
The girl of manipulation,
She lies to herself.
That's why the world never knew.
Because she couldn't even tell herself the
Truth.
Until now...and finally I feel free.
Like nothings tugging on my hair,
Telling me that hidden is fair.
Because the basement is where I lie
But I'm coming out and it's true.
The light shining on my face
Because the truth is this could never be
Erased.
BINABASA MO ANG
Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
