You know my name.
You know about me what I show you.
You don't know real me.
You don't know my struggle.
You don't know my reason behind my smile.
You don't know whom I consider close to me.
You don't know why I present myself like that.
You don't know why I'm like this.
You don't know anything about me.
You've no right to judge on basis of what I do or what I show.
Story of each individual reading it.
YOU ARE READING
Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
