My success has an image
My performance has a reputation
My care makes me affectionate person
My determination makes me challenging
My bluntness makes me a clean heart person
My commitments make me an honest person of word
But what happens to my secrets?
Will they never come out?
Will they never get a shape?
They will be always hidden inside me,
In the end they will all choke to death…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag