The hardest thing is to pretend, they said,
little did they know, not pretending to be strong,
is the hardest,
for they thought you are inevitably able to do anything.
I was so comfortable that I forgot,
that I was broken and bruised,
around the people that I asseverate,
not tell my problems from.
What if the walls I built disintegrated?
and the people around me absconded,
'cause who would persist to remain,
to a person that whole being is damaged?
So I'll just remember.
To stay away from people that mirror,
the reflecting scenario from my eyes,
because I didn't want to open up,
to people who will soon leave my life.
I couldn't dare to open my doors again,
give the key to people I know,
because I know to myself, that the lock of my doors,
has always been breakable.
—SDMP
