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Would You?

Nov 13, 2024
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Updated: Jul 24, 2025

By Ruhin Sharma


If I told you about the darkness inside me

Would you still look at me like I’m the sun?

Or would you turn away in fear

And see me as someone you should shun?


If I shared with you my deepest scars

Would you hold my hand and understand?

Or would you see me as broken and flawed

And judge me with a heavy hand?


If I opened up about my fears and doubts

Would you listen with an open heart?

Or would you walk away and leave me alone

To face my demons in the dark?


If I revealed the secrets I hide

Would you stay by my side?

Or would you run for cover

And leave me to suffer and hide?


If I showed you the shadows in my soul

Would you see past the dark and gray?

Or would you only see the surface

And turn your back without a word to say?


For in this world of light and dark

We often judge by what we see

We forget that beneath the surface

Lies a story that’s waiting to be free


So if I told you about my darkness

Would you still see me as the sun?

Or would you be brave enough to see

That I am more than what meets the eye, my dear one.


For in the depths of my soul

Lies a beauty that can't be denied

And if you choose to see it

You'll find a friend in me, by your side.


So don't be afraid of my darkness

For it’s a part of who I am

And if you're willing to embrace it

Together we'll shine like the sun, forever and always.


By Ruhin Sharma


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