For everything I’ve suffered,
reality’s reach is still far from near.
I can come to terms with this stupidity,
but people always see me as I’m not.
Their eyes like pointed daggers, their minds like middle-aged perverts,
do they have nothing better to do in life?
I’ve come to terms with this hostility,
because I love to hear you say harsh words
for they tell me that you’re drowning in your own insecurities.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...