I'm Tired
I'm tired
Tired of hearing endless babbles about endless problems,
cause of all these human desires.
I'm tired
Tired of seeing all these sad faces,
hopeless, dreamless, aimless, grieving faces.
I'm tired
Tired of trying to take everyone's burden away
while struggling with this unbearable burden
that just won't go away.
I'm tired
Tired of wiping away all those tears
while sitting there every minute trying really hard
to hold back all my tears.
I'm tired
Tired of understanding and never being understood
Tired of listening and never being heard
Tired of being there and never fully there
I'm tired
Tired of being told I'm too sensitive,
too understanding, too much of everything.
When instead it's not even the start,
they haven't even known the real me so far.
What'll happen if they'll look within,
If they'll look within the deep ends of this ocean,
my heart which knows no end,
where these feelings that's too much for them is just the beginning of this vast expanse?
-Adaline
I shifted back on my chair and stared at my work of art.
Sometimes I wonder if any one would know the real me. Would anyone bother?
Because they seem perfectly fine with façade.
"Ad dinner is ready." My sister called out.
"Coming" I yelled back.
Perhaps no one.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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