i am still in the process of molding. i am like water. i do not have fix shape.
no body know me. perhaps i never trust people. to trust that they will accept me
as who i am. no body like rejection. i too don want to feel rejected.
thats y i mold. mold to the way people want.
in return, i gain favor and get what i want.
i learn that emotion is the short cut.
i beg and cry, just to gain access. i gain sympathy and buy time to keep what i want
over time, i forgot how strong i used to be.
i feel useless and powerless. i start to leach on people for survival.
it work for a moment. life seems more colorful when u know people
got ur back.
time have come for mi to make a stand. in this world, either u make it or break it.
i am tired. my eye is dead. food no longer felt as magical as it used to be
music can't reach my soul.
speed is my new love. it make my heart pump,let me feel i am in control. all this kept me alive.
how i wish i can fall on some one's laps. the warm and secure.
noting feel better than a human touch.
how will the future be. i don't know.
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