I used to be weak
So weak that I can’t fight for myself
People talks and laugh
Some says a loser nor a loner
They are big and I am small
Too small that nobody could see
I used to be prison in a small room full of boundaries
I can’t get out and so the feelings
Trapped within me
I am scared…so scared to be judged
There are so many things here deep inside
Too many that it can burst out
I used to be lost
So lost that when I look myself at the mirror,
I saw nothing
For I was nothing in this world.
I used to be weak, prison and lost
I was unhappy
But then I thought once I get out of my room
I can shout and I am free
Confidence is already within me
People who talks too much are nothing
I can be everything
I am now strong and no one can hurt me
I am now awake and this is the new me.
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Poem / Mystery and Crime
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