I.
Just and ordinary person,
Living an ordinary life,
Have simple wishes,
simple hopes, simple cravings.
Just know how to achieve,
the needs, the wants, the wishes,
I'm just average.
II.
To step out the normal tracks,
To find my true self,
That guessing who I really am,
Will be a thing of the past.
I hold a pen and a piece of paper,
Letting my hand write everything,
To savor the gift I've always been hiding.
III.
It came to my senses,
That it completes me,
So now I write my heart out,
I cry, I laugh, I smile,
I frown, I rejoice and die,
Then live another day,
-same thing, the same life,
with my pen and paper,
as my hands of time.
IV.
Never in my life do I learn to be contented,
Because when I learn to be humane,
You're there,
putting the ME together with this piece of paper
and a writing pen.
V.
The pretentious me started to appear,
hiding the Me, the real me,
that I don't want the people to see...
Why?
Because I find myself,
not the type to be loved,
not the type to befriend,
not the type to be with.
VI.
Questions started to ring in my mind,
Never ending, Never faltering.
I started to have friends,
I learned how to love,
How?
The pretentious me just know how to do it.
VII.
Though I have lots of them,
Those questions still surfaced,
thoughts inside my head,
never giving me peace...
Do I know how to LOVE?
-Now I started to ask...
Do I know how to CARE?
-I can't help but to write this still
Do I still know the REAL ME?
-unwavering...
VIII.
I'm in a state of angst,
perpetual agony, infinite rage...
To whom?
To myself? Why?
Because I can't feel everything
Everything that keeps a person ALIVE.
-Then aren't those...are feelings that keeps you alive?
NO!
Fear, Rage, Somber, those are feelings,
-Yes, but...
Those are the ones that keeps you breathing.
IX.
Questions started to fill m,y head again,
Those are the same questions
That seem to have a never ending,
and unfortunately, questions I can't answer
WHY?
-Why are you like that?
-Why do you feel like that?
-Why are they're happy, and why you're not?
-WHY?
I just don't know,
I better have my head off, rather answering this questions.
X.
Do you really LOVE?
Do you really CARE?
-flooded wit thoughts
-no air to breathe
-everything seems to be
-ENDLESS SUFFERINGS.
