Affection
Am dying inside
No ones know about this
My cell mate call me selfish
Cut deeper into my wounds
I got tire of playing games
And all I wish is to die
Cannot handle the real life is to much of a pride
I look myself in the mirror of my true form inside
But my relatives can’t see that
‘Cuz this will frighten them more
So here I sit writhing as my poor heart is falling
Trying to compose myself to not start crying
Lying single day from the truth;
That sooner or later lie will fume
I will be sent somewhere do these difficulty go away
But I rather not; ‘Cuz I rather suffer than be heal away
The pain is part of me and it will remain here same
I rather people say whatever they want to my face than behind
‘Cuz am so use to the insult I have heard in my life
I have reason why I have these bruises it helps to stay alive
From every single throbbing day I live in my daylight throughout the shadows
-O.N
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
