Can't you see how strong I am,
Even though my strength itself
Seeks approval from my own self,
If I let fears overcome again?
Embedded pain inside my chest,
As if the knife crosses and rests
For a long period of time.
I knew myself; it's full of stress.
What really bothers me when I feel alone?
The answer to this is: no energy to show.
Working like a puppet as if I'm numb,
Counting days with a heavy heart & drunk.
Angry, frustrated self—whom do I disclose to?
My boyfriend, my family, my siblings? No!
It's a feeling that's a blessing in disguise.
I feel more touched, and God too close.
I know how people suffer alone,
With everyone around, yet no one knows!
Isn't it frustrating that you want to tell,
But something's stopping me, so?
You have your trusted ones around.
I know it's hard, but spit it out.
Break your shell and speak out loud.
You're not alone—God's hearing you out.
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