fear—
today's tomorrow.
and i'm still afraid.
of the people.
their voices.
their expectations.
the deadlines.
i'm scared.
but why do i look so fine on the outside?
even happy.
i'm desperately calling for anyone
anyone to see the pain.
not the pain, but my feelings.
this is
something.
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YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poetryfor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
