Its been a decade since I lived here
Hiding through these years with fear
I get used to wearing this mask
Who am I, no one bothers to ask
I used every door to cover me,
Just to front but still, I can't flee
How can I expect you to accept me,
When to myself I can't be free
YOU ARE READING
Jo's Journal: Choices Written
PoetryA collection of feelings, inspirations, and a reflection of experiences. This book is a record of my memories that are made up of choices and chances that I've taken. It became an anchor that saves me every time I'm drowning in my own thoughts.
