Things change...

I'm scared of being silent;
might the Questions chirp around me.

I'm scared of being noisy;
might I break the silence not-to-be.

I'm scared of being sad;
might I miss to feel my friend's joy.

I'm scared of being joyful;
might I cheer more than I should.

I'm scared of being in love;
might she leaves by calling me crazy.

I'm scared of being in solitude;
might I miss the Juliet near me.

I'm scared of being in dreams;
'cuz they make my heart go stop!

But I can't be scared of things in reality;
'cuz I've felt they change, They will change.

Twist a little!

The truth shows up,
the lie seems to.
The love happens,
the hatred seems to.

Truth is always blurry
Love fears being so
Lie is clear
Hatred gets pleasure too.

Truth and lie makes a chain;
Love and hatred do the same.
Picking one shows the world what we are,
hiding the other can only be seen by us.

Many a truth may cause a lie
A lie may be put as a truth.
Love for someone may result hatred in some other
Hatred for one may breed love for some other.

Wrong may be right or vice-versa,
I give my notions, you decide your own.