_Escapism of Past_

A little tired, A little broken But a little timid, Towards the love That I have hired. I was a little dumb But scared for Those who used To make me Feared of reality. I wonder, everyday Who is the face In the mirror? What a bless, Day-by-day I am growing A little more.. A little more Stronger, A Little more Fearless for Those who used Made me drink the Wine of Sadness.. I cry that I hide, And I fight and Hanged my life Between ‘Do or Die’..