The Storm Inside Me
A broken heart, a foolish foe,
One that is written, then rewritten again.
I once believed the world was full of colour,
Till sorrow bled through every hue in fashion.
Every weight of my heart is painted in red,
Where it bled, where silence was fed.
How much more do I bear this weight?
Where all my insecurities were never met.
Behind every smile lies a story,
A story that has never been told before.
With this identity issue that crosses my mind,
Who am I really?, I ask again.
That is not just all, I add once more,
The storms in my mind that would not end.
How can I simply overcome this?
A heartache that can’t be put together.
Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.
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