my silence has been a gift to me
i treasure it like a gem to be caressed
my kindness is what makes me whole
it radiates within me all day and night
but lately it has been a curse
to be silent in the midst of war
to be kind when everyone's cruel
how can there be fairness?
they abused and wrecked me
yet i am still the same old me
they took advantage of me
oh how i wish i'm not me
BINABASA MO ANG
sad.
PoetryThis is where I put all of my poems that I made when I was sad, moody, and gloomy. So expect negativity in this area and please if triggered, immediately leave and stop reading. My works are sometimes grammatically incorrect so please understand...
