What Will You Do?The longer you held the pen,The more it bleeds pain.They say you couldn’t write wellThus, tiny silver tears fell.

Then, what shall you do?

Write, yet forever hide?Love, yet forever keep?Cry, yet forever fake?

Maybe, not this time. You’ll be able to doWhat you want to do

And on that day,Hiding, Keeping & FakingWon’t be for You.