She often asks and wonders who actually she is.
For she always act different, depend of the person she interact with.
She always questioning which side she stands.
For she always look from each side of the problem, and being undecisive after.
She can not trust.
For she knows how human is. And she knows herself wholefully.
She shuts her heart and not telling anybody what or how she feels.
For she is too afraid that her heart would shatter and broke down into pieces again.
She can not express what is in her mind.
For she is tired of people, judging not caring.
She’s tired of the world.
For she knows the world is one dangerous place.
But there she is.
Smiling.
Pretending.
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| pic from pinterest, edited |
Wed, 25th April
