Christopher Sugatan Fornesa

Back to Home, 5.5.2016, 16:52.

Anxiety.

To me you seem

To be with them

You seem to be

My enemy.

You laugh at me

And when you smile

Just for a while

I know ‐ you’re fake to me.

You claim you’re nice

It seems you’re right

I trust you’re a

Facade to me.