They all hear me
Expecting me to know and help
The thing is...
I can't always be what they want
I can't always say what they want to hear
Sometimes, I crave for the trust people give me
But often, I am scared to possess it because I might ruin it
It's like a precious vase
I hold it firmly in my hands
But being that I am clumsy and always so unsure with everything
I drop it and watch the pieces scatter all over the floor
Trust is much easier to break and even harder to fix
That's why I don't want it
But like a vase, I enjoy having something of value in my hands
I don't know what I want
Do I want their trust?
Or do I want their silence?
Should I accept their hate?
I don't know
Or maybe, I do know, and I won't admit it to myself
I want them to trust me no more
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Poems Without A Purpose ✔️
PoetryWhen there too many thoughts in my head, I write them out in anyway I want. So, this collection of poems used to be all about depression and sad stuff, but I realized there are many more emotions than that. If you're reading this or any of my poems...
