The Words of An Introvert

Identity

What a happy life do I fold,

When evil's in,

Something's untold.

A reluctant life I had today,

Do you need me for something,

Before I say, before I fade away.

Hearts thy ache,

When stricken thy hard,

But sometimes thy break.

Am I a musician or an artist?

Does that matter anymore?

Or nothing much more worsted than a beast?

Forgiveness that I need,

Does it matter right now?

Just as I need to heed.

Is it family makes me stronger?

Or the girl whom I loved?

Does she even make me prouder?

Touch me not, you think,

But I hope in the end,

Time shall stop, with an endless blink.

Promises they keep,

The Pear of the Orient, will I see,

The jeepney shall not take a beep.

They keep on lying,

Shall I trust them or not,

I see, that I may keep on sinking.

Precious gifts that I gave,

Should I have driven?

But at least, I'm not a grave.

There's a ghost inside me,

That was freed,

I think of that, it cured me free.

From the very beginning,

Know who you really are,

It matters to figure out, until the ending.

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