What's my problem, no one knows
No one cares
But it never shows
Keep it bottled up in me
Put a lock
And kept the key
Lost in trance, who would have knew
I was the character
I always drew
YOU ARE READING
Words
CasualeSometimes we can't show what we wanted to show, sometimes all we have is a pen and a paper where we can write it all, every feelings, every emotion, but sometimes even that is not enough. This a collection of my own written poetries, some are random...
