Messed up,.... is my heart
Not knowing where to start
To talk first of the fears
Or all that, that brings tears
Confess of the dreams dear
Or come with conscience clear
Let know what troubles it
Or restrain from spilling every bit
Oh! And then whom to tell at all
For no-one wants to know the fall
To laugh, you find friends galore
But rare few, who help back to soar
© Reema_arora