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Oct 2018
Who in this world really knows you?
Can those around you say they do?

Have they seen you when you're down?
Have they seen you when you frown?

Have you seen my other side?
The one which keeps all my pride?

Anger, pain,
The bitterness and disdain

Have you seen me when I cry?
When I wish that I would die?

No you haven’t because I hide it.
I shut it up and throw away the key.

I keep it quiet. Nothing can be shown on the surface
Nothing can be given away.

But buried beneath a wave of smiles it emerges
Will you notice it?

The bitterness in my eyes?
The spite in my voice? Each time I let my guard down…

Surprise…

Have you felt the longing I feel when I am around her?
Have you felt the pain when she stabs me again and again?

Sometimes it rises to the surface,
To pit against each other

Love against hate.
Forgiveness against the bitterness

Pride against humility
Compassion against self

Who will win?
Would you help?

My friends, how often have I seen you cry?
How often have I been there to help?

Two sides of the coin…heads or tails
Which side do you let people see? One side or the other...
I recently found a bunch of poems and stories I had written years ago. decided to publish them now albeit with slight improvements etc.

This one is a common ish theme among them. It's about whether your friends really know you. Whether they're there for you through thick or thin or just for a summer.
Written by
Neil Ang
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