It's strange isn't it
No matter how well you hide
Someone, somewhere, somewhat knows everything about you.
Your hidden aggressions,
Desires
Likes and dislikes,
pains and joys.
What comforts you and what ticks you off.
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They told everyone but me.
Social stigmatized.
Always at the corner of my eyes.
Watching my every move.
Trying their utmost best
To observe
Hopeful for some acknowledgment
Stupid me,
my ego and pride
Gets in the way.
I pretend to be clueless.
I wish to be oblivious
Just like what my parents have shown me.
The end of a long weary day,
We locked eyes and part ways.
Thinking to each other,
"I'll try again tomorrow"
