To those who meet me in the eye...
Not because I look happy,
Not because I'm laughing,
Not because I said "I'm fine"...
Means I'm alright.
To those criticisms I received...
Not because I laughed it off,
Not because I ignored it,
Not because I said "I don't care"...
Means I'm not hurt.
I always tell myself "mind over matter"...
As long as I believe,
As long as I think about it,
As long as I tell myself "it doesn't matter,"
Means I will be alright.
But I guess I overestimated myself...
My suffering from sleepless nights,
My feeling of suffocation,
My heart aching from time-to-time,
Means my resolve is starting to waver.
To those who I love...
My long silence,
My solo fight,
And my goodbye,
Means I really do cherish you.
So, I'm sorry for breaking the ice...
Sorry for being weak,
Sorry for trying not to make you worry,
But I need to tell you this,
Even if it means, you'll be hating me.
Farewell.
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[[A/N: First posted on my Facebook Timeline; 12.11.2018]]
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Songs of a Pretty Mystery (A collection of poems)
PoetryA collection of poems with different topics, different emotions and different language. "The words you cannot express, In paper, you put it all, Let your pen do the rest, And it'll turn into a beautiful song." ~Kanari
