All the things they cannot say,
All the words they cannot express
Lay up there in their head
Actions speak louder than words,
At least that's what others say
What if one's incapable of taking action?
The intention remains the same,
At the front they stood,
Behavior misunderstood,
Feelings strongly covered,
Like glass soon shattered,
Intentions still hidden,
Now sick and bedridden,
Personality illness
Which makes one seem careless,
Nobody will guess
Beneath the surface lies
A concert of cries
Complaining about the incapacity
Of showing one's personality
The Moral of the story is,
One won't heal,
Without one's own will.
YOU ARE READING
A World Unseen
PoetryHmmm I see you've managed to enter my subconscious mind. I welcome you with open arms, but I'm not sure whether you'll like it here. We've got: a shit ton of mental disorders, angst, passive aggressiveness, victim mentality, despair as well as a tin...
