I wish it were the real ghosts
which haunts me,
Instead of the thoughts
"You can't do it", " You are failure",
"Didn't I tell you it'll never work out",
" Just give up", "You are dumb".
My mind replays these at night,
My brain stops working and my hands tremble during exams,
I wish it were ghosts that haunt me,
But yet somehow I see some scope,
I believe in change,
My holy water is hope.

Big dreams
Shiny eyes
2 seconds delay in sensing before
The smiles pass by
It is the first time
Anxious makes me thrilled
My hands are surely shaking
But I am not scared
I dare to dream
Full of poise
Surely the good days will pass by
Not every day will I adore my smile
But while we are here
And the boldness feels nice
I look upto me
As within this moment
I love what I am.