I realised that we come from different world. He who sat on golden chair, holding a silver platter but I who crawl on rough land searching for courage to help me standing. I who worked hard to have things go on my way but he had it all since the first cry.
Looking at him is like looking in a mirror but only to see the worst of me. I am so much lacking; in so many ways which I couldn't explain. You fit the idea of perfection in every novels existed in the world.
I've searched high and low only to find that you are on the other side of the mountain. The mountain which I can only look form afar; to reach it- impossible; to climb it-unbearable.
My whole life is about me but I never felt like I'm the persona of a poem called 'CAMEN'S PERFECT WORLD'. The readers keep noticing I've appeared but they don't know that it is written that way to make it interesting but at the end--- I end up with nothing. (LIFE BRIEF CANDLE huh?).
Special thank I dedicate to the Poet who wrote the stanzas; not that Im being ungrateful or less appreciative but it's just the fact that I don't feel the story that is been told-- is about me at all..
My mind dives deep into thoughts and imaginations.. Deeper and deeper.. till I hit the rock bottom. Hence, I understood how world works. World is cruel, world is judgemental.
'Beauty is only a skin deep' is rethoric. As long as eyes can see, judgements never slip away and there I am; standing outside my wall; being judged for every single detail of my presence. As if I'm standing naked under spotlight before a big crowd of a football match.
I ain't no perfect. And neither you too..
Have Faith.. He always being helpful to those who seek for His blessings.. Bye! :)
Looking at him is like looking in a mirror but only to see the worst of me. I am so much lacking; in so many ways which I couldn't explain. You fit the idea of perfection in every novels existed in the world.
I've searched high and low only to find that you are on the other side of the mountain. The mountain which I can only look form afar; to reach it- impossible; to climb it-unbearable.
My whole life is about me but I never felt like I'm the persona of a poem called 'CAMEN'S PERFECT WORLD'. The readers keep noticing I've appeared but they don't know that it is written that way to make it interesting but at the end--- I end up with nothing. (LIFE BRIEF CANDLE huh?).
Special thank I dedicate to the Poet who wrote the stanzas; not that Im being ungrateful or less appreciative but it's just the fact that I don't feel the story that is been told-- is about me at all..
My mind dives deep into thoughts and imaginations.. Deeper and deeper.. till I hit the rock bottom. Hence, I understood how world works. World is cruel, world is judgemental.
'Beauty is only a skin deep' is rethoric. As long as eyes can see, judgements never slip away and there I am; standing outside my wall; being judged for every single detail of my presence. As if I'm standing naked under spotlight before a big crowd of a football match.
I ain't no perfect. And neither you too..
Have Faith.. He always being helpful to those who seek for His blessings.. Bye! :)
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