An honest confession:

Nights are scary to me,
not because of the darkness,
but the hard-hitting reality,
that crawls into the mind from nowhere.

An honest confession:

I ain't afraid of heights.
It's the voice in my head,
Asking me to jump at once,
that scares me.

An honest confession:

You are prettier than I told you were.
Nope, not jealous.
Nope, not judging.
Yeah, this is the part that scares me;
To be mistaken for trying to make your day a teeny tiny bit better.

An honest confession:

I can keep up conversation with people.
Without sweating;
Without walking away;
Just that the people I prefer never offered to talk to me.

An honest confession:

I am more than what you see.
Not saying it out of habit.
Not inspired from media.
I have layers yet to unravel,
More intense and gentle.

An honest confession:

I can see through your pain;
And that's my bittersweet gift.
I wish I can say, you will heal one day
but sorry, you are just growing used to it.
A tiny scratch; And it's gonna bleed
the same way, all over again,
until there's nothing left to bleed.

An honest confession:

I have been in love.
Not the fancy lies, Not the show-off,
The true one.
The one that people can't describe.
And I made a fool out of myself,
For thinking I never deserved it.

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