Am like a burning candle,
placed on a table in the middle,
in a room so dark and congested,
my dim light trying to shine as much as it can,
only for it to create silhouette images on the walls,
from the people filling up the room,
but I hope to keep burning till I see the sunrise,
it's not yet midnight but it feels like am burning out,
sometimes am almost thrown under the table,
from the shoving and pushing,
nobody seems to care that I may be blown out,
even from the table I can feel the pretence,
I can feel the fake love in their words,
But still on the table,
Am struggling to light up their hidden faces,
and reveal their true identity,
because when light comes up,
truth comes along,
but it's yet midnight
©gerishon
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