03/10/2023
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i once wished
to be understood.
to be heard,
or to be listened to.
i craved for
the sincerest form of attention
to feel the gentlest hugs,
from someone
who is able to decipher
the troubles i bare within.
i once asked for love,
one that doesn't ask for
me to beg for reciprocation.
one who knows i need comforts,
not because i told them,
but because...
they just knew.
but then i realized,
that telepathy is a myth.
and no one will be able to read,
the stories i scribbled
inside my chaotic head.
no one will decipher,
a clueless puzzle
nor they wouldn't know
the plot of an untold story.
it's a shame that i begged,
for the heavens to understand my pain.
when all i did all along,
is to pretend.
to tell the biggest lie,
that all of us have said.
when the world asked me
how am i,
i murmured but never mouthed
the agony i bear.
and the only words i spoke was,
"i am okay."
—epi.
photo credits to pinterest.
