He became a guest at my house for a few days,
Sometimes noble, sometimes he becomes a good person,
Whatever he became, that was all just a mask.
When no one was at home, that day he became a monster,
With hunger and lust in his eyes,
I didn't understand he stored so much pain for me,
I didn't even understand whether to say something or not.
Since that day he became my nightmare,
He became a mark of my fear and pain.
Whom should I talk to? Whom
to embrace?
He became a test for me everyday.
He became a guest at my house for a few days,
Sometimes noble, sometimes he becomes a good person.
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Truth (poetry's)
PoetryHeyy.... m not a poet but trying to be one. Hope y'all like it. And these poems r related to some issues happening in this world. People who r suffering I wanna say that u people r the strongest ones on earth for not giving up. My heart goes out to...
