Who should we believe?
The people, or the sin,
The monster, or the voice within,
Yourself, or them?
Who should we trust?
The woman we can't see,
The father just sat free,
Or yourself,
Is it enough?
Who should we become?
The athlet or the joker,
The singer or the broke one,
Or just yourself,
Is that okay too?
Who should we love?
The famous, or the youth,
The lonely, or the truth,
Or yourself,
Is it okay beginning with me?
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Dust of the untold
PoetryYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
