behind the perfect portrayal
i have my own demons to fight
burying me back to the ground
till i could no longer see the light
is it to late to make things right?
to unmask the fake identity
made out from my insecurity
and to finally show, the real me
YOU ARE READING
The Things We Don't Talk About | Poetry
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
