A poem written by my imaginary friend, Masaki.
It’s hard to bear
When all your near
And dear ones turn against you;
When no one gets the few
Words that escape your lips.
When all your emotions slip
In your eyes,
And yet, to them, it’s just dust.
When they take your words
In the wrong turn
And spread hate around the world,
Spread the words that make you burn
From inside with guilt,
For words you’ve never built.
And in those times, you feel,
To hide and conceal
Your true self and bury deep, deep in a wood,
And slowly, silently suffer the pain of being misunderstood.