I am too secure in my insecurities,
I have perennial certainty
in their validity
that's backed by their
adamant chant
on the front of my intuition.
Still sitting calm
With my poker face on.
So much hysteria
But not a single drop breaks out.
Jaw tight,
I will fight tonight.
Won't scream in frustration or fear,
Won't cry a tear.
Drop the armour,
Pick the sword.
Cut the act of venerate
Not the rope.
Drop sweat,
Not blood.
Cloud emotions,
Not words.
Declare mutiny
Because this is not the end
But just the start.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poesía"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
