I let your bitter words stack up in the cupboard of my heart.
My mind pondering over it for perpetual hours.
Those words were hung, some folded , a few worn out and lots of piled up and some newly added.
Like clothes, finding it hard To pick one
for I don't know which Bitter words Suits me better not easy to let go any words either.
For I find it difficult to figure out what really I am,
Your not so soothing words, might make it easy
To find out who really I am.