Category : Poems

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Sometimes I don't know...
  Who I really am, 
  The one who gives up easily,
    Or the one who succeeds
   After a thousand trials of feelings.

 Sometimes I can't say much
    About my own achievements.
    The fact that I have survived 
   Many times at the limit makes me 
   A hero of my own bleeding. 

I got lost waiting for someone to see me,
    But her blind eyes couldn't see me 
  When I needed them to feel loved right 
   By her feelings.

I don't know who I am,
  It's like I wear tons of masks, 
 I'm silent when I need to speak,
  And I speak when I don't want to talk.