Poetry

Hideous

Wearing a mask, drawn a smile,

Keep hiding the uncolored canvas of mine.

Walk with my little step,

Taking a mile ahead.

Having fun is not my event.

Averting the words they're going to tell.

Cause I can't manage to hear the hell.

I can't stand tall and straight.

I think I already lost my faith.

Looking in front of the mirror,

Seeing myself fills with terror.

Hideous me!

Do I have to agree?

Now I know my destination.

I'm going to my isolation.

Taking away my freedom.

This is how I live my situation.

—Jhems-lo