Wed, 11/12/2014 - 21:20 -- Vy Lam

They all see me as their own diary.

After they tell me about their feelings,

They tends to walk away and live freely,

Then never want to know what I'm hiding. 


Lies after another, I am tired.

Each and every lies has a bad reason.

My wish is to live not as a liar,

But as an honest and fearless person.


I look up to the stainless, brightest sky,

And yet, I was unable to smile.

Instead, there were tears of guilt in my eyes.

The tears that I held in for awhile.


When can I smile without any fear?

Maybe, just maybe, that someday is near. 


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