They said,
my life is perfect,
but little do they know that it is full of imperfections,
tiny holes of weaknesses are everywhere,
but I hid them tightly and securely from their eyes.
I am afraid,
I feel scared,
if they will figure out that behind all these wonderful things,
there are thousands and millions of scars,
from endless battles and wars.
I am afraid,
and I am so scared.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 27th, 2024 08:11
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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