Will you tell me how you're feeling,
And allow me to take your demons?
Or will you lie and tell me you're fine,
While I'm staring through your mask?
Will you tell me what he said to you,
Or will you continue to let me worry?
Will you tell me of how it hurts and stings,
Or must I tell you of my own familiar woes?
BINABASA MO ANG
My Heart Lays Bare
PoetryWho else am I to tell when no one wants to listen, but to tell the paper my woes and joys with the pen in hand as a messenger.
