I haven't opened my heart out to anyone. My mind wouldn't help my mouth to conjure the words of the truth about myself. My thoughts are concealing it. Sometimes, I wonder how some people could trust me. I was never honest, not even to my soul. Not even when not a single person is watching me. Not when I lay on my bed, late at night and it's just me and the moon. And the stars would stare at me as if they are waiting for me to say something pure. Waiting for me to bare my soul that is seemingly wearing an armor.
I lied to my diary, to my dearest few people, and to my mind. The world does not know me. I knew I never utter the exact words about how I truly feel because every time I talk to myself, my heart would just let out a floundering feeling of disapproval. But why does it? I do not know where did I go wrong. Am I resisting the fact that I did so many wrongful things that even my mind couldn't take it, so unconsciously, I can't tell what's my truth anymore? If that's the case, I don't even know if I want to be saved from this eternal lies. Is there even a truth behind my truth?
BINABASA MO ANG
Fresh Thoughts From a Rotten Brain
RandomHello readers! I know there isn't one of you who's interested in my thoughts but anyways who cares? I write out of pure intent to express my thoughts. You know, quarantine got me thinking like Ima poetic little kid of worries.
