I wrote this poem when I couldn't be myself.
When I broke into pieces
And didn't know which one to be.
No longer I know myself
They say "Be yourself"
How though? Be yourself?
When you don't even know yourself, yourself
I hear them
But the voice is gone
I am breathing
But the life's gone
Difficult to hear
I'm in a zone
What I want to be?
It's hard to expound
Dearth of Spirit
Dearth of Motivation
Dearth of Elegance
Dearth of Quotation
An expression becomes fake
Who are "you"
The version I'll take?
Words inside me, feelings built.
The master has failed more
Than novice has tried dear
I'm lost
I don't want to be saved
I want to be found
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Candid Heartstrings
PoetryThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
