"Many Faces"
You struggle..
To say you need some help,
Not to achieve anything, but to be yourself,
Free to tell all your dreams...never knocking your fears,
Without the odd looks, stares, or being mocked by your peers,
Yet we’re robbed of our years, tears, and we’re left just waiting,
Until our shorter life span leads to desperation,
We accept and face it;
Our hearts aren’t designed to cover, the lies
But yet we try to sustain disguised as others,
Our lives, our mind discovered..
Hoping our pride recovers, but the
Buried soul experiences the likes to suffer,
And it hides, eating inside, the slightest supper,
Then we’re unlikely to fight, so in spite, it’s tougher
You sigh and hover..
Over something you never claimed to hassle,
Instead you stayed in the darkness, and became a shadow
A shameful battle, but to a humbled degree,
Between who you are, and who you always wanted to be,
Then we’re astonished to see..
When the lack of honor unfolds,
Because what you fronted to be, you can no longer control,
And the longer it goes; The worse it will seek..
And ooze out through your eyes, and the words that you speak
Then we’ll have the last laugh..you’ll be the first that’ll weep
Because putting on a front is preserved to the weak
Hear the nerves through your speech; A sad sight to believe it’s..
Worse when you’re fake, and everybody can see it
Your deepest..regret, would be to replace it with anger
Stubbornness breeds guilt...the many faces of danger
-Nique.
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