Tuesday, September 7


My pores feel every bit of helplessness
I go through
I will not yell
I will not call for help
You will never understand
Everything is an illusion
Maybe even help is.
The feeling is strong but
I can’t hold on to it.

Aggression runs in the back of my mind
Reason me if it should not.
I can’t feign smile always.
But I see the ghost of helplessness
Haunting me
Everywhere I move across
I don’t need you to make me smile
I will shun you.
I will not let you understand.