Hi! Wrote this short poem when I was walking from office going home. I'm actually really having a breakdown that night, and I just happened to read some post in Instagram which is "writing is a therapy", so yeah... here it is:
"Those eyes that always cries,
That smile which are lies,
No one knows how hard she tries.
She really want to break the ice,
But don't know how and just want to say goodbye.
She that felt the burden and pain,
She couldn't handle and remove the stain,
So now she's tired and got so drain.
She's hurt that affects her heart and brain,
She's like someone stuck in a tangled vain."
-- L
