Would you rather
Live the life you want
and hurt?
Or live the life you need
In hurt?

My comfort zone smiles sweetly, like cheese in a mousetrap - harmless, until it snaps.

These days I feel like a broken Rubik's cube — all twists, unending chaos.

I know your secrets
the ones you locked away.
But I kept the key.
Don’t be afraid.
Count to ten,
close your eyes.

You’ll believe once you see.

If you want to know the real me,
I say: look in my eyes.
Because if you see my neat hair and clothes,
you might believe I’m okay.
So I’ll say it again: look in my eyes.

After every flower,
There's someone tending to it with care.
Through every storm and season's test,
Ensuring it survives,
And someday, blooms its best.
Or simply keeps on blooming,
Until there are no seasons
And no more storms to test.