I have been battling insecurity
Just to make sure you stay with me
It all just sounds like insanity
But it's all just to keep it "we"

I remember the day we all became one
The day I got accepted into your clan
Each day was filled with glee
It was the happiest I can be

Seeing us in the picture
Lost pieces of the puzzle
now scattered around the floor
No one dares to move
I don't know anymore

How long will we stay like a mishap?
How long will we misunderstand?
How long will we stay numb?
How long?

I don't wanna know how long...
but please don't make it so long...

Ang sabi niya sakin "Bat ka pa maghahanap kung nandito lang naman ako?"

Edi syempre sumagot ako "Ikaw ba ang hinahanap ko?"

I think I almost ran out of words
But maybe you're just one stubborn child
To whom I need to repeat everything to get it all into your hard knuckle head

Maybe it's gonna be worth it
Im still not giving up so why are you?
Neither you or I have found our answers
so why are you telling me everything's gonna be up to no use?
Why are you telling me you're useless?

I myself have thought almost the same telling myself "You can never be like them..." but I found my own voice speaking back to me telling me "One day you'll see... One day you'll gleam with glee..."

And now here I am... Not much achievements but I sure am quite satisfied

I'm sure I was certain
Since when did I think I was a burden
Could it be? That I didn't see?
What's happening to me?

Slowly getting unhinged
All these stuff
They're driving me nuts
Maybe I was just a klutz

But oh please
take me away from this unbearable cage
called my thoughts
where doubt is certain all over the four walls

I no longer know where I fit
Feeling like a splat of dirt in the middle of a picture
Like an unwanted dust over a highly expensive vase
That feeling of being a trash in such a clean place

It's driving me crazy
It's utterly familiar to me
I guess it's called *insecurity

my fingers have become bored with
the quicksand of routine
they prefer to dance erotically over my typewriter
frolicking like naked ballerinas
over an ancient stage
spilling their secret thoughts
onto blank page,
after their day job
threaded together
over my lap,
or bending over to
reveal the contents
of my burlap sack

they have taken instead
to jumping over cracks
in the nothing of night
stifling the sound of silence
with assortments of clicks and clacks
punching in the perfect pitch of keys
to leave Beethoven blind
from this symphony of notes combined

and just like that at last
they have unfolded some rhyme
unachievable with ink and pencil,
without the stencil of time
dictating to work inside the lines