What in the world am I , who knows me better ?
The one with whom do I spent my class Time, The one with whom do I spent my free time or The one with whom do I share my secrets.
Class describe me as a failure, free time describe me as a fool and secrets describe me as a weak. They know the word failure and describe themselves as a fortune teller, They know the word fool and describe themselves as a cool, They know the word weak and describe themselves as a wise.
They act like they know me better than I do. They pretend to be like my ego, anger and emotions. They judge me more than they need to be. My skin color matter to them. They got problems in the way i dressed up. Trying to be my self is what they don't want. My silence of patience was granted for them. They don't know the way i cry beyond my smile. They pulled me down when they found me doing something better than them.
I felt , Facing myself is like making my own shame. So, I told my self Hold on , Forget about whatever is happening around you. Let the tears frozen , let the mouth be taped and let the voice die inside because I was trying hard to act the way they want me to. I was holding every single burden that they were throwing. I felt like I was trapped in the world called torture.
Every single day when I looked in the mirror and trying to see my self but instead i could see thousands of people describing me and blaming me for what I have Done. I hate myself more than the people who were putting so much effort on me to act like a heartless death body. I came to realized why I'm the only living death body with heartless and the reason why I couldn't see myself and describe myself is because I was never ME
TEN~KHA
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