She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am a mess.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:
She hides me.
YOU ARE READING
#KoleksiPuisi
Poetry"Aku ingin bercerita, Tapi, Inilah caraku untuk bercerita" -Mira
