Maybe I should just give up.
under the wrath of disappointment, i am nothing but a wilting rose.
alone, i keep walking.
as failure whispered in her earan anecdote about a girl who lost her head,fate found the red string around her heartand snipped it apart
what is unique to others,they despise,strange aliensthey attempt to torture. what is success to others,they put downas failuresand attributeto false attributes. what is beauty to others,they scoff,and paint tarover gleaming porcelain. what is happiness to others,they covertheir eyes from the brightnessthey will neverhaveand can onlyenvy. poem came from inspiration from Coldplay’s upcoming release on FridayContinue reading “to others, to them”
No longer alone, my scars bloom.
I feel defeated all the time. I see people around me – my friends, family members, strangers – being more successful than me. I see them with their groups of close-knit friends, their various volunteer activities and positions of leadership, their happy families… I wonder… Why do I not have that? I work hard atContinue reading “Defeat and Lemons”
Some fears are universal. Spiders, the dark… you know what I’m talking about. (And if you’re not scared of spiders, lucky you. Every time I see one, I shudder. I mean, they have a million bajillion eyes and eight legs and they scuttle towards you, their eyes fixed on you, and… ugh). And then someContinue reading “My List of Fears”