Little Secret
People's eye was like the judges in trial courts
Those biased and paid ones
Their tongue speaks full of insults
Right through my face
I don't faze, nor even flinch
Like a boulder, I stand proud and held high
And their words were like a pinch
But pierced through my skin
And when I smile like a proud queen
Damn, I am such a loser playing champion
And every people in the chamber, so keen
And I don't wanna do blinking
And every time I make myself settled
I always keep my little secret
The tears I want streaming
I keep it holding like pain is never existing.
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...
