TEZO DIGITAL

What Did She Do To Me... I want to stay away from her and deny this feeling . Open a  new chapter and try to forget everything Deep down I just want to hate her. seems Im not trying. Every time she smiles I keep on falling. What did she do to me? Everytime I look at her I become weak I relapse she really makes me sick For the love unrecipricated I can't stick But everytime she laughs I keep on falling What did she do to me? I don't want to fall in love with her She turn me into a pendulum Everytime my feelings get swindled ? Back and forth I keep on falling What did she do to me? When I wake up I think of her every morning I try to ignore, her beautiful face keeps knocking I suppress my feelings so i can keep going Her late night calls, I keep on falling What did she do to me? Can we be enemies I would wish to ask? Or strangers if that's a difficult task But we are friends forever so Im stuck We hang out I keep on falling. What did she do to m

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, Masks that I’m afraid to take off And none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled. I give you the impression that I’m secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water’s calm and I’m in command and that I need no one, but don’t believe me. My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed. That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope, and I know it. Tha

I've been writing way since I knew I could write filling piles of books. I did all that and never wanted anyone to see them. And I would get angry if you did read any of my poems or anything I've ever written. Because I was afraid of being judged or whatever people will say. The system taught me being in the middle is the safest place to be. I'm the student who always knows the answer and stays quiet . I knew I was weird buh I had to act normal. I lost myself in there just to be like the others. Strangers might be knowing  more about me than my friends because Im afraid they'll judge me. Okay maybe strangers also do judge buh its better. I won't see it. For a fact i know is don't try to divide the sea like Moses you're not Moses, Just build a bridge, make your own boat   or  swim accross the sea. I ask people how do they do it? They even don't know. It's like it just happened to them that they don't care about other peoples opinions? I can dr