Furious
I keep asking the world why
Why is it easy for her to make me cry?
And make me always wonder was I worthy?
I am so furious at her as she locks me in her eyes
Telling me I don't deserve any
And I'm more furious to myself for believing
I wasn't worth any that I'm always left crying.
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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...
