You speak to them like they're ****,
Address them with adjectives I wouldn't like to take,
Mock their misery, and laugh at their pain,
Act like you're their God,
When really all you are is vain,
And I wouldn't care,
Except fate has me associated with you,
Which is more of a shame than pride, most times,
And I'm a little more sensitive to people's emotions than your self centered, ugly heart ever could be,
I'd correct you, teach you right from wrong,
But I'm afraid you're going to sing your own song,
And fanned with my disgust,
Be even more rude to them,
The only thing you are capable of.
*******.

A part of them remains in me still.
Which is I guess why it's true that I'll always be her friend,
Because we traded a part of us we can never give back.
When I'm friends with someone I mean it,
And so her indent will always remain.

Step into the shade little girl,
the sunlight's not too safe.
You're told you're worth everything,
but still your mind will stray.
Sometimes you like to twirl around,
but others you'll stand quiet in the corner.
You may not seem so smart,
but soon you'll prove to be great.
Step into the sunlight little girl,
now is not your time to fade.
It's too late.
You won't show yourself anymore,
and there's too many words you won't say.
Gradually you got watered down,
so now you're a big girl you feel nothing right.
You think what you ever do will always be wrong.
Step into the sunlight little girl,
so you will grow big and strong.

Like tears
                                              Falling out of nowhere
                                        Finding friends on the ground
                                Unlike me I'll never find friends anywhere
                             I'll always be alone in the dark volant world.....
                                   That people may call home sweet home..

Heart  are ready to have names put on them
Dark and volant is not what my heart desires
It is desiring a good life
It wants love
Care,joy,not a broken heart
I wants to have a full and happy heart
It wants to  find true love
Love is all I want
What does your heart want??

What is, truth?
Why are people obsessed to find its meaning?
For all I know, truth is a box;
Mysterious, tempting, yet rare.
Truth is what's real.
Then if it is so, claiming to be "real",
How come mine always become inconceivable?
Some I know would say I'm not me,
That I've changed, if not everything, almost all.
Believe me, step back and I'll tell you:
You never lost me.
I am deprived of this, "truth".
I am unable to voice out my pleas.
I am not privileged by my kin, the people, those surrounding me.
I am plastered to a wall that is constantly vandalized by their thoughts, their "truth":
"He's fat, he's horrible, he's helpless, he's different, I can't bare to understand him."
They say that they're my friends, that they have my back.
How would I bare to believe that if all that they see is my insecurities?
I just can't see why I am like that:
"He's intelligent, he's dependable, he can help".
I guess that there is to me.
I guess it's because I always have a smile on my face.
I guess it's because I always crack a joke.
I guess it's because, I can't cry anymore.
Unless, if they would know my truth, my secrets.
I just can't scream hard enough to say help,
I just can't see the sunshine I am supposed to see;
Everything I see is a tint of black.
I just can't say what there is to say,
That yes, I was ***** by my father when I was 8,
That yes, I am molested by my cousin, up until now,
That yes, I am ****** when they think I am not offended,
That yes, I am not as happy, as you think I am.
I can't face it all.
I can't face the hard-hitting question that they'd all ask;
"Why did you not fight back?"
To this day, I do,
Now that I have myself in my absolute lows.
Now, that I try my best to pick and hold myself together.
The only voice, the only truth, I can have, are these words I write,
Far from them, far from reality.
Until the day I collapse and feel nothing, I would be the bird in the cage, bound.

This, the thin end of the green wedge,
Suburban bushland at society's edge,
listening to party platforms,
can anyone believe such reforms?
Yes, election time in anxious Australia,
Who is to be our climate saviour?
We hear spellbinding visions,
Are these swept away by ambitions?
Insatiable appetites of giant companies,
I thought the land of Oz was for you and me.....