Years had gone by,
I am still the lonely usual me.
Muted when happy,
endlessly smiling when carrying the world.
If face masks were to be counted,
I'd gain the most.
If only you knew how I covered my true self,
behind those sad smiles curbed up at a shelf.
Secretly caged between these smiling eyes you see,
was a world of broken dreams,
my life specifically.
If only you knew how I considered everything a chance,
even a wry, subtle promise, I'll fall for it.
To hide these feelings away,
'twas the state where I almost fell,
a single soul, I couldn't grip, couldn't tell.
To live a life hiding from reality,
I was far beyond from reverie.
In my mind I held your beloved's arm,
quietly, meaningly crashing her face to bits.
All in my mind,
not a chance,
but a sight.
I placed myself behind every wall,
all odds I quietly call.
To shrink into one tiny ball,
all these feelings,
I hid them all.
(04/10/14)
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PoesiaIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
