"Hold back," they said—
But what should I hold in?
The pain that drowns me,
or the guilt that withers my soul?
"Wait," they said—
But until when?
Until my heart freezes to death,
or my breath fades into silence?
What should I do with these scars,
deepened by all the what-ifs of the past?
How can I give words to this grief,
when I choke on the same?"
And all the smiles plastered on my face,
one day will fail to defend my tears,
hiding beneath the facade,
that the world made me build.
The 'Me' I lost
wanders in despair,
in this maze of lies,
like a child lost in the mob.