The words hidden within me,
I dare not say.
For what I say,
would gain me foes.
Keeping all the unhappiness inside me,
for I'm unsure of,
who remain true and faithful.
The feeling affecting me,
makes me feel inferior.
Inferior to others,
my words alone will not stand.
Cheerful on the outside,
fearful inside.
No one will understand
but who will even try to.
Hopefully things will get better,
once a new dictator arise.
And our lives would get better,
our chance would be high.

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