Everyday, I battle with the urge to let myself burst in frustration. I thought of being rude to these people. To scream at the top of my lungs... and let my pain be heard from most accusations. But then I keep on reminding myself, I am a bottle of water. A tranquil body but as a part or piece caged in a thin container. That no matter how much waggle they do, I'll be still... calm, like a bottle of water.
Then again, I still hold other substance aside. That those little turmoils applied to me has the ability to fuzz up my vision, making me unsteady —anxious.
Oftentimes, I run to bed, burying my face in silent tears. There, I lull myself in hopes of easing the war inside my head. Reminding myself of the things I used to do to everyone in the same kind of situation; being the forgiving one, being the absolute damage dealer. Even so, I still hope that a day or two at this time being, they'll take the weight at least once.
My silence has deceived many. My way of coping is hated by her allies.
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Find no Scar
PoezjaCompilation of my poems 2 // I think I already found my writing style :) I might feature some of my artworks in this book.
