hope

 

hoping that you would only tell the truth,

hoping that you meant every bit of it,

hoping that it was real,

hoping that you would be hoping too,,

believed

we hold on to what we believed in,,

the truth

always find a chance to write something,, 

to let it all out,, 

to voice out the opinion,, 

to spill out hatred,, 

to spread out the love,, 

it just the matter of time and the willingness,, 

to told the truth,, 

i'm scared,,

some said that we are what we are,, we know better about ourselve better than anyone else,, but some said,, the one close to you know you better than you do,, which one really is the truth,, for some reasons i believed that i know myself better than anyone else because i feel and i think,, 

the pain, the hatred, the love, and all the thoughts are from myself, no one know better what i'm feeling and thinking,, it's just me and me,, perhaps some people has different idea,, i don't know,, but one thing for sure, i do know what i do know,, 

we can't just assume that we closed to them and we know all about them,, up to some point, people always has their own secret that no one will ever know,, it's in the mind,, the thoughts! to read someone's mind is to read their expression and the body language,, it will show at the very least, the gist of what they're thinking,,