Like the moon is hiding behind the cloud,
Like a face hiding behind a face,
Lest this world will recognise my anxiety and depression.
And they will find out that the real me is behind the case.
So i thought why not create another identity,
And communicate through my poems.
And tell them my untold story,
Without taking their sympathy and sorry.
So i changed my tears into smile,
And got trapped in a quagmire lies.
©lamia.k.h
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