people think that i am brave <br />but no one finds my innest grave <br /> <br />i am the one pretending to be strong <br />don't even realise what's wrong <br /> <br />away i want to go with no fears <br />no friend or family to give me tears <br /> <br />these faces torture me <br />or perhaps trying to kill me <br /> <br />wanna lose my self in some mysterious old see <br />or be as busy as an old bee<br /><br />Hafsa Qureshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weakest-heart/
