Secrets
I have a lot of secrets.
I've locked them in a box.
Far away from the social key.
Somehow people find the box.
They find a key and get everything what they need.
They use it against me or they use it to help me.
Some people don't even know about the existing of the box.
Though they are so close.
It's like they don't care about me or my secrets, they just care about my ears, but never about my mouth.
Sometimes I want to open the box for them already, but they are blind and don't see the key or my box.
I wished those people did find my box and showed me they care about me, not only about my ears.
They'll never search for my box.
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Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
