It's lonely at the top,
Always afraid you will drop.
It's rough,
Being tough.
All the time.
Every second's worth a dime.
Hard work everyday,
Nothing left to say.
These days, when will they end?
Hoping my values won't bend.
Some think I was born in the wrong century,
The phrase is burned into my memory.
Some say my body's young but my soul is old.
I still believe 'old is gold'.
Nobody really understands me.
When I slip or fall, their faces are full of glee.
In my heart, seeds of distrust has been sown,
Seeds of bitterness has grown.
I'm a lone wolf/shark I can't decide.
I'm still alone, all things aside.
Author's Note: Going through some tough times, sorting out priorities and trying to figure out what I really need and what I actually want. To everyone out there who's also going through the same or similar problems or has gone through them unscathed or scathed , know this my heart goes out to you all. Our world never has the 'how to ' manuals for the most important things :P
Figures, why we still haven't found a fool-proof vaccine for the common cold. Some problems follow us throughout the centuries , they are so common yet there are no cures or instructions to survive them. You suffer and learn.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...