I told you about my flaw once
And here comes another one
Of how me being a closed diary
Has put people into misery.
I'd never been an opened book
I kept my heart out of my look
So others would never know
Anything that I didn't show.
And I know that you've been worried
Worried of how I was doing
And I always told you that I was fine
But you saw right through my lie.
If that day comes and I finally break
And there is nothing more that I can take
Just know that it was really my fault
That I kept myself locked.
I know that you'd tell me to stop
But really, that, I'm not capable of
How can I stop myself
From being my true self?
Listen, I'm sorry for not telling
My tale is not a beautiful story
Though, I know you'd listen anyway
Maybe, another day?
-Was once a dedication, Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
