sometimes the truth hurts...
i ponder on the precision of the truth
should i cry or should i remain strong?
i chose the second
crying will not soothes my sorrows
nor does vengeance will make do for me
though i feel betrayed by the facade of pretentious which u have built around me
i shall not admit defeat and whine
the pillar of my stands originates from you
and i thanked you for that
to be strong and staunch i shall be
cause in the deep crook of this broken heart
a forcible self is making its ground
my endless appreciation and gratitude
for the blunder u make
cause it has does helps me
to be mindful of the real world
cause reality bites!
