Hate to tell this but I hate myself
for not letting my inner personality
grow deep in my skin.
I want them to notice me
not someone as quiet like when night emerge
but to be someone like sun.
I hope to bloom-
but I am not doing anything.
I shouldn't hope much
I should act now.
YOU ARE READING
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
PoetryWe speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, th...
