I am an expert in lying. I lie when I smile back at you. I lie when I look into your deep brown eyes. I lie to myself every day and night thinking you might want me. I am an expert in hiding. I hide my flushed cheeks every time you interrogate my eyes. I hide my racing heart every time you go to touch my skin. I hide every thought of wanting to kiss you until neither one of us can breathe. I am an expert in trying. I try to forget our secret talks about life. I try to hold myself back from saying something I shouldn't. I try to remember that we can't be together. I am an expert in running. I run to you with every thing I need. I run to you every time you call out for me. I run from everything I knew because I know you now.

I am not an expert in fighting. I don't fight for the things I want most. I don't fight my feelings inside, even when I should. I don't fight for you.

And that may be the worst in me.

She has tried her hardest not always but often
She falters on occasions not often
She wants him to see how much she has done
She wants him to stand by her side when she is not at her best
She knows he is willing to do it sometimes not often
She knows that he feels sick just looking at her
She knows that he can't stand her
So, she backs away into silence right beside him
Right where he can see
Because unlike him she would stay at his worst
She would die for him always not often

If I never say what my motives are,
then nobody can judge me.
This is the worst poem you've read;
there. I judged myself.

Time flies like a bird into a window.
A cold, shut window.
It's very abrupt.
Also the bird is blind.

Life passes like the sakura tree,
with its majestic pedals chipping away,
and the next thing you know, it's been cut.
Sold for wood and nothing more.

This is the worst poem you've read.
There, I judged it for you.
You can't say it's better,
because in my head
it's the worst poem you've ever read.

Can i wake up from this nightmare ?
Your presence that made it the worst thing
Wake up
Let me live in reality

You
The one who used to be my beautiful dream
I've always prayed so that you come to my dream
Now, You are my worst nightmare

The things that you've done
Haunting me through my dreams
Even the devils are afraid of you
Smiling outside, hell inside.