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Nov 2015
For so long have I kept stuff,
Hid them to myself,
So people don't see my pain,

So many times have I tried telling you,
But the words just don't seem to form,
My lips are sealed for I don't know how long,

I cried for so long,
My hatred made me wail in pain,
My dark side hidden and a secret,

I still try telling you,
But what's the point when I'm scared,
And you refuse to see the wrong,

Now I repent wishing I'd told you earlier,
Scared now to tell you,
I'll be scarred with this dark secret for life.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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