Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash I could fake how I appear Or else I might just go and disappear There is no room for me to defend Because after all it always my fault at the outset Because all I need is merely to bite the bullet I could act like I don’t care As if I’m happier and coping well by your absent I learned my lesson and know rightly that I don’t deserve any self-pity I couldn’t let you see my broken pieces Because in the end, you will erroneous my vulnerability Because for you ...
