I feel myself pretending that what I am actually not
Is life really that hard to deal with?
or did I make it difficult?
Many unanswered questions turmoiled in my mind,
And they filled me with void.
Every possibility of beautiful life has drowned in an unlimited silence.
That seems peaceful on the outside
but on the inside, excruciating pains.
Invisible to the open eyes,
the scars I wear unintentionally.
Waiting for the questions to turn up into the answers.
And I will find an earth of my own to stand
and over my head, a piece of sky.