I have been dreaming the best in everything
And I have been dreading for it
Who knows when
Funny how people sees perfection in me
But all I can see is the brokenness I'm patching
Working hard enough to make it appear whole
How funny how their eyes were fooled
And how dare them judge me
Like I was already foretold
And no matter how I appear to be okay
I know I am not
And no matter how I console myself
I'm never gonna heal
Because the last time I check
The people I expect to help me mend myself
Are the ones who keep on tearing me apart
And all I am left is to settle with a broken soul
Barely living, but still surviving.
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Miss Hearstrong
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Facade
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that wishes to speak of the facades we put ourselves upfront. Every words of this work is meant to unleash what is behind every facades, and the truth behind our strong-willed character.
