Perfect
If i was me
on top of the world
if i were to be me
itd be so horrible
if i showed the world
who i am
theyd kill me all
id wreck havoc
so ill hide
my deeper self
shut me away
like a prison cell
would it be so
bad? to be myself
in front of everyone
i guess so
no one knows whos the monster here
darkness lashes at you
like a tight whip
i keep moulding myself
i lost it anyway
a mad maniac
how amusing is sorrow
it mocks u with thought
taints heart with spots
of sin and hardness
til only stone is left
running between your fingertips
time is not waiting for anyone
i have to move on and
forget myself
because desire is a
tight rope
walking it shakes
ur core with fear
and it pulls you
in leaving misery
and doubtful
wishful thinking
Copyright © Hifza Jamal | Year Posted 2022
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