Nothing will make me tell anyone
Because why should I
When I can't even stand my own voice
Or up and downs of feeling "okay now"
To be honest
That is something I hate about myself
So, no, I'm not about to share my worst trait
This is the reason why I've learned
To breathe in airtight spaces
And exist in the worst times
Like this one, with a brilliant smile
Because I am not about to tell you that I'm not fine
Just to be okay in the next second
I wouldn't stare while you make lore
of my fraudulent behaviour.
14.09.22
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
PoetryKnow Thyself - Socrates Have you ever felt like a stranger to yourself? Like you're here, but lost? Just another performing mask in a sea of faces? Another wandering being made of dust? • Finding yourself and healing amidst dark moments of life i...
