I look in front of a mirror,
my hair messy,
my eyes baggy,
my shirt crumpled,
my heart a little torn;
my eyes started to
well up tears I never
expected -- until
now.
I look at myself
once again,
wiped my tears
and whispered,
"I don't want to be
you anymore.."
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
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