The hidden truth
is within me
a little voice
behind my ear
a little lie
beneath my skin
that inner feelings
I have somedays
the anxious fears
that scares me away
to hide and run
from others
and from myself...
The hidden truth
is in plain sight
and yet,
nobody sees
the scars
the pain
because
we are blind...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, July 11, 2019
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