I’m a person who shelter suffering with a lie so no one stops to pry or try and fix my brokenness .

Am I brave or a coward ?

Dealing with my thoughts alone with only shattered pieces bought but still I stand through every battle I faught , Do I absorb to sink beneath my thoughts

Am I strong or fragile ?

You see my happiness was temporary a feeling I struggled to carry . Love is something you can marry but can never own not matter how many time you answer the phone .

Am I lost or am I found ?

I’m not a hero or a villain just a civilian wanting to find my reason through every season .

So still the question ponders it’s all I wonder , who am I