Sometimes I want to scream,
and tell the whole world
how vulnerable I am.
But it wouldn't be me anymore
if someone else sees through my weaknesses.
I have always been the fighter,
the mediator,
the happy go lucky person.
If I show how broken I am inside,
would anyone even believe me?
People often praised how independent I am,
when in fact, I've been struggling
keeping up this front.
For once,
I want to peel off this facade,
and allow people to know and see who I really am:
the insecure one,
the loner,
the 'I'm not sure I can make it" one,
the "I can't trust anyone" one,
and the 'I feel so small" one.
However, I've been emotionally independent
my ego an't allow anyone to see
how little I think of myself.
Because if they knew,
who would believe in me anymore?
They'll think of me so lowly,
more lowly than I see myself,
and I won't be able to take it...
- Bleed.On.Paper
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Words I Never Got To Say
PoezjaThis narrative delves into the complex interplay of emotions in different facets of life. It could serve as a venue where one can share moments that resonate with them. This book is specifically crafted for readers undergoing internal chaos and thos...
