I'm fighting my demons silently everyday.
Yet there are times that I'm also fed up and vulnerable.
Now I'm at the phase of silence.
I have to silence them once again.
I'm not like the same person few years back.
I am no princess who is protected by a loyal knight.
I came to learn to stand on my own and fight back.
I'm no longer that person who is afraid of the shadows of the night.
But I still cry as I feel myself helpless,
From these voices calling me worthless.
It's either I surrender myself to that shadow
Or I'll take aim to that tiny ray of hope holding my bow and arrow.
I'm not asking for help because I know I'll manage.
The world is too big to revolve around someone little as me.
Time wouldn't wait for me to stand strong,
For it's up to me to stand up or stand down,
But I'm sure that even in hell, I shouldn't give in.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
