Enveloped in this melancholy,
Bubbles of past bursts,
Haunting me thoroughly,
Emotions I wanna curse!
Fooling myself, I am okay,
When deep within me, I am broken,
With these liters of tears I pay,
How can I ever be mistaken?
Are words and smiles enough,
To really believe my bluff?
If I can't mask it anymore,
I guess you will just ignore.
I wanna shed a tear with you,
But you refuses to see me do,
I want a shoulder to lean on,
But I'm afraid I can't hold it on.
You want me to speak up,
But I might break down,
Will you cheer me up?
Or will you just let me drown?
I want someone that will stay,
When I asked to go away,
Someone to prove me wrong,
When I say I am strong.
Is that too much?
Or is it that hard?
Maybe I'm destined in a nutshell,
Meant to be alone.
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In A Nutshell
PoetrySometimes, the strongest person we know are the weakest. Too afraid to show how they really feel. Too afraid to know how would the people that surrounds them would react. But what if they lost a grip on being physically strong anymore? :(