Should I share you with the world
Or is it all right?
To hide my feelings as a masterpiece,
Every stroke of my pen is mine to be dealt with.
But what if I ruin the whole page while narrating?
With the ink of self loneliness and pity.
Taken aback from the thought of being a mockery,
I asked myself is everything alright?
Kept in a safe of papers and lines,
Every word is me as an entity,
What if it ruins me in just a clock tick.
Ruin yourself before you ruin me.