'cause when i put on a mask, i need not lie
like a second skin, i can always try
but what if the man next to me notices?
him tapping his finger must have meanings
i shall breathe slowly and inaudible
maybe that makes him comfortable
but the girl beside him is throwing me dagger looks
oh no! maybe she knows i can't cook
beads of sweat started to form
damn i might have a smelly arm
ready to get off, i practiced my line
not too loud but not too soft, i have to verbalize
going home i put down my mask and heaved
well, so much for giving it a try.
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...
