Wednesday, October 26, 2005
What have i done?Am i wrong to be me?
Criticism are everywhere.
Take them positively
Or swallow their negativity?
Everyone wears a facade.
They can be good to you now
Next stabbing you in the back.
One cannot be trusted
Lest you will be betrayed.
Ignored when not wanted.
Called up when needed.
What am i?
Not a servant,
Not a slave.
Just a desperate person,
I guess.
I've tolerated enough.
Being manipulated.
Being criticised.
Yet i did nothing.
I thought they've changed,
For the better.
No. They are back.
No. They are always here.
Always around me.
All geared to attack.
It angered me to hear
It pains me to feel
It shattered me to see.
So what am i to do now?
Do I not see it now?
People come and go.
Why am i bothering so much?
A word.
That is all i need.
Friends.
I've seen how worthless kinship are.
A word or phrase,
And poof it goes.
I have no intention of letting go.
Yet are they holding it tight?
Some do. Some don't.
It is affecting me.
Too much for a sixteen year old.
Too much to take,
Too much to worry.
Can i not care?
Can i not bother?
Do i have a choice?
No words can describe my sufferings
For it is too much to be spoken of.
No one will understand.
No one must know.
i wished for that.
I wished to take them down myself.
They don't owe me nothing.
I wished i would be less pathetic.
Love really does hurt.
Friendship hang victims in suspense
Family gives both support and problems
School gives work and future
Criticism helps make a better person,
Or destroy one.
posted @ 1:22 PM