You may have seen me,
walking down the road so confidently
making jokes fade like a comedian,
living my life like I’m it owner
having strawberries having no worries
but that was all an act.
An act to avoid unnecessary sympathy,
an act to evade gossipers.
But the truth is I was never confident
nor my heart was.
My heart had no skill to joke
nor being a comedian,
it had never even taste strawberries
but all it knew was worries.
The pretension of being strong externally
destroyed my heart step by step silently.
The moment of rueful
reviewing everything I did to cover my sour life
did me no favour but silenced my heart forever.