Complex [ Poems ]

Chapter 13

Probably now since I'm still a teenager,
People said that I only went through a certain phase,
A phase where they once went through,
And succeed victorious.

This empty void in my heart,
Is the only thing that kept me going,
And also the only thing that kept me behind.

One problem after another popped up,
And though it was said those problems can be faced by us,
Sometimes I don't think I can keep on going.

These insecurities kept me in place,
And locked my soul with a big burden.

Suicide is not an option,
It will only kept me to this world,
Wandering with no destination,
A lost soul bound by earth.

Keeping up with my fate is the only thing I can do,
Waiting till my soul became exhausted and my body withered away.
The least thing I can do is to survive,
And broke away from this shackle I called burden.

Forever will my wings be clipped,
As I follow the footsteps left behind by others,
The shackles known as life,
And the insecurities known as no one and nothing special.

Hereby I wrote this poem,
Letting out what was left in my mind,
Knowing that it is the only way for me to be sane,
As the next one will may or may not warped by my twisted thought.