Like a blind man
I can see nothing
I can hear the rumors
I can smell the faint smell of lies
But I must see this with my own eyes
Like a blind human I cannot see the color
I cannot see the other
I must rely on my hearing and touch
I must know who not to trust
I am blind to the love people want to give me
I am deaf to the sound of truth around me
But I must keep going
I must keep motivating
I must go on
Do I even want to continue anymore?
Do I want to keep going?
I see no reason not to.
But I see no reason to keep moving.
What happens next is up to me.
What I do
What I stay blind to
It's all up to me
It's up to my heart what my own life means
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PuisiDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?