And they didn't even remember
It was mine before they gave it to someone else
And while I was mourning for my loss
They expect me to smile like I wasn't hurt
And while I gave in to their whimps
I know, I've pained myself more than anyone could
And while I was hurting for what they caused
I blame myself for tolerating
And in the end, it's not them that I blame
It's myself for hurting my own self
And I have done nothing to stop it
And while I know the truth
I used them to blame for my hurt
To save myself from self-loathe.
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Miss Heartstrong
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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.
