Dreaming for the future while dwelling in the past, Planning my every step yet fearing the journey.
Attached to this world and its material things, Although they no longer appeal to my forsaken soul, Since I would be an orphan if I leave this world, For where else could I go but to an eternal sleep?
Continuously hurt by the most intimate ones, Under the labels of friendship, love, and care, Yet these are the very essence of my life, For expectations and “success” rule my fate.
They say when reason fail, always follow your heart, But what if your heart is already shattered into pieces? My brain goes one way, and my heart the other, My body is trapped in between and senses no more.
My friends say I’m cute, strangers say I’m shy, Yet it’s only a double shield which I hide beneath. When I try to open up the window to my heart, I can’t help asking myself: “Who am I?”
Just a simple poem (that isn't really a poem) which reflected my thoughts and emotions back then.