Do we know them?
We think we know someone,
after years of talks,
years of meeting and years of walks
but then comes a day, when everything shatters
you find out something, you couldn't fathom
Suddenly everything crumbles apart
And somewhere a puzzles pulls itself together
you see the unseen which lied before you everyday
you feel the pain, the rage, the hurt
you think why wasn't this brought up
you realise your instincts were right
and not you overthinking every night
You feel the guilt of not being good enough
to be told the truth and not uncover
doubt creeps in, so do tears
darkness looms around with fear
what will be next, what should be done
is it time to stay or to give up
what is right, what is wrong
can't ask for guidance, you feel stuck
you are not good enough for them is all that repeats
to help yourself or to help them
huh, distance distance till you heal
and then you remember, you have been hiding something too.
I feel there is a part of you that is only known to you, between you and god, hidden from the world. You really cannot completely know someone even after meeting them and talking to them everyday. There is always a secret and always a mystery. Always.














