In cold night words have been said
Dark lonely atmosphere has been made
Thoughts clouded my mind
Like how can we stop acting blind?
This time, cant it be my turn?
An abstract that needs understanding
Now can it be my thing?
So I dont have to mourn for my lost self
And stop explaining
These acts I do, put it to end
So I dont need to pretend
I'll be the person I am meant to be
Find the place where I should be
This is the time I am myself
The time when the built mask out its cover
The time I am myself
The time when I am only myself's lover
Because this the time I'm going real
A time a precious jewel unveils
In a costume I'm no cloth, this time
It would be this time
This boldness I have, put it to end
So I dont need to pretend
I'll be the person I am meant to be
Find out the place where I should be
A time to treasure myself's mood
Time to be understood
Because being the real me is where I stood
It's time that I'm no longer a mess and screwed.
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The Journey of the Anxious One
PuisiThis is not a story but a poem and prose, so if you are not a fan of both you can skip it. Also, this has some story line it is up to you how you'll convey it. Hope you'll enjoy!
