"why are you so fake?"
they ask
yet i answered,
"because they teach me not to love my real self, and i do."
because i'm me
when i'm alone.
i'm more like myself
when i stuck in a place
called home.
and in the very next day,
i realized that life is very selective
only the strong one will stay.
YOU ARE READING
the burdens.
Poetry[written in lowercase] "free me, please." they screamed in pain. craving for a way back. "welcome to life, don't freak out." it said. -escarlatee, 2018. [all poems are mine]
