It still feels like a dream,
When dreams come true.

Love turned into Hate.
And Trust into Fear.
Friendship turned into Rebel.
And Smiles into Tear.

I don't write poetry,
I just portray my love for you through these words.

Every morning,
I wake up with a hope,
A hope of happiness.
A hope that all my pains will end.
But at the end I am left alone with my BROKEN SOUL..

i think it is normal
when a seven years old girl asking her parents
to make her very her own bedroom,
called her selfish, she doesn't care.

i think nothing is wrong
when someone refuse to go out
just because she want to stay in her bedroom tonight
called her lame, whatever.

i think two days straight
is not too long for not talk to anyone
called her a loner, she don't mind.

i think, perhaps some people were
designed to be alone
and that's
fine.

That girl, who hides her true self behind those lies.

That girl, who is criticized everytime she tries to rise.

.

That girl, who calls herself smiling queen but never truly smiled.

That girl, who loves to enjoy but never enjoyed.

.

That girl, whose feelings are still unspoken.

That girl, who is completely broken.

.

That girl, who hurts herself when she gets frustrated.

That girl, who was betrayed by the one whom she trusted.

.

That girl, who shares her happiness but never showed that she is in pain.

That girl, who is a little stupid and insane.

.

That girl, who wants to shout but tries to control.

That girl, who is a 15 year old broken soul.

.

That girl, who always shows that she is happy.

That girl, is none other than ME....

I know this loneliness
Will forever be around.
Giving me pains,
And hurting my wounds.
.
I know this loneliness
Will never leave me.
It will torture my soul
And will break me.