Inside me is a durian
Inside of me is this ripe durian, I keep it hidden most of the time, once in a while its fragrance escapes, at unwanted moments.
Around me faces of raw disapproval, Silently I hold my breath, Feeling foolish, once more, hoping for its odor to remain inside.
Ashamed I bend my head, Longing for the sweetness inside, to oppose its putrid smell But sadly sometimes wishes are just in vain.
Trying to make myself small, to elude their indignant glances, I smell its increasing stench, as I'm drawn under their magnifying eyes.
Its scent speaks of my flaws, in a voice with undeniable clarity, but I hope that somewhere deep within, a secret treasure is waiting to emerge.
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