Rooted on my place, shaking;
These eyes were always full of hate
To myself, who can't properly be someone
I can accept.

I stupidly cling on the unsteady line
Of your kindness, I am stuck.
Too afraid on the next move,
it caused too much time to slowly die.

Will you stay be the same as you are?
Will you sit down beside me and talk?
Won't you slowly gently pat my head;
As I cry yearning for peace of mind?

I am too afraid still, to realize.
Things would change in a blink , When you look at me with puzzled expression,
I can never understand.


© jyannu
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