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Oh, God, it hurts
to be judged as someone I am not,
to cry alone,
to ask, "When will the pain subside?"
then answer myself, "Soon."
Oh, God, it hurts
to pour my heart out
and be rejected
for being someone unexpected
to turn up,
to cry alone,
and tell myself again, "This, too, shall pass."
A lot of them pass.
#May122016
BINABASA MO ANG
Art for Heartaches (Poems)
PoetryWhen we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.
