Freedom
I can't understand me,
Neither me can't understand I.
I feel fine yet a bit sad,
I don't know what I want, and I feel so bad.
I know why, I just like to deny
Like how sad I am, I just wanted to cry.
The fact that I want people to want me
And suddenly seeing that I am trying so hard to be not me.
I feel restless and tired,
I didn't do work but maybe if I am, I'll get fired.
I wanted to be at peace,
That's what my mind's saying with a please.
I wanted to go far away,
Without people who will never stay.
Out of the world full of noise,
The place where I can hear my own voice.
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
