Mar 2019
What else among your routines?
They never expressed to my face
Lurking in their minds,
Thoughts to pull me down,
Kick in bruises all over me,
Stabbing in my back again.
I felt the pain growing every day,
They aim to gain my pain to rise up,
Scars that never heal, leftovers.
Tell me something that will ease,
This hell on my head, boiling,
Sound the alarm, get naked truths behind.
They never expressed to my face
Lurking in their minds,
Thoughts to pull me down,
Kick in bruises all over me,
Stabbing in my back again.
I felt the pain growing every day,
They aim to gain my pain to rise up,
Scars that never heal, leftovers.
Tell me something that will ease,
This hell on my head, boiling,
Sound the alarm, get naked truths behind.
I work at a place where I hear most of my negative feedbacks through other people who talk behind my back. Those made-up lies about still hurt me like hell. When these lies become truth eventually, they would say, I told you so.
