They always wonder why I know my vices
Like other people their friends' names
Or mothers the location of their kids' lost stuff. Never do they think about them revealing it all
Like talking about the latest breakfast.
Never do they think what chaos of thoughts it costs.
It prevents every single normal thought,
A moment of voiceless silence.
Do they know what sleepless nights of overthinking feel like?
No resting of mind?
No clarity?
No peace?
Because every vice needs to be well-proved
Although all lies will be swallowed and taken
As they are.
You believe them because you are not able to prove them wrong.
And they do sound logical.
But how are you learning about yourself when their lies stress you to be the monster they see?
The monster they want you to be?
BINABASA MO ANG
Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
