A Brave Coward

I miss to looking you in the eye,
I miss having tears of laughing so hard,
I would sell my soul to the devil,
to get even a minute of that feeling,
the feeling of freedom,
the feeling of being a kid again,
I miss having a deep conversation,
Talking about nonsense, feel we are big enough,
mature enough, even when we are not!
At that time, we are fearless,
now, we are those who try to be brave even we're not!
those who try to hid their failure inside,
who try to hide everything from the eyes of people,
Yet, we are afraid to be forgotten,
to be useless.
That's us,
A Brave Coward!

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