5 feb. 2010

being myself

You'll never know the truth,
who i am or where i go.
You'll never know what i really want,
or how i want to love,
Neither if i want you to know.
I feel forced to stay quiet,
keeping my anger, hiding my agony.
Always in a corner,
pretending i don't exist,
that im invisible before your eyes.
My obsession, you.
My suffering,
my madness.

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