…I'm not good at talking about how I feel, that's the way I am...

Maybe I'm not good at letting go, the strings fail to unattach themselves...

Maybe I'm not good at saying what hurts me, I was born like that...

Maybe I fail terribly in trust because of the fear in me, what is trust anyway...

Maybe I'm too different from the rest of them, but I was not taught how to be like the rest of y'all...

Maybe I prefer faking smiles than explaining why I got a frown on my face, it is easier that…

By Lilian Asekah