The bliss of solitude -
Covered and hidden by society's opinion ;
Everyone believes that having a lot
Is the ultimate panacea to depression -
Because they didn't know,
That having a lot could end their delectation...
And once they have an epiphany,
That's when they start doubting propinquity
And turn into chickens pretending to be lions,
Because they realized...
That they have to be known as diamonds
In order for the world to not stomp onto their shoulders

Is this the feeling called... "love"?
The emotion that's been going around,
That's been making everyone unusual?

Because of the evidences I witnessed,
It's a contagious disease, I conjectured -

Therefore I find it hard to understand,
Why are people so fond of it?
Why are people risking their hearts for it?

To me, it was the highest level of stupidity...
Until I met him -

I'd say he's different,
He has an aura that captivates you,
That lures you into his eyes

Therefore I got trapped in his soul...
And then, I was forced to trap him in my heart -

I've tried countless ways to just - to just cure this disease -
This disease that made me who I'm not used to be,
This disease that made me question my empathy;

But this disease - it gave me happiness, it gave me a reason to live -
Now I question myself... is this "love" a disease or a cure to my loveless heart?

I wish I was beautiful
Long black silky hair, Pale milky skin
Soft light brown eyes meant to be stared at
Plump lips craving to be kissed
Perfectly sculptured nose that you can’t help but pinch
Lengthy legs, Slim body with a slight curve
Just thinking about it makes me desire to change
But then…
I’m sure I won’t be one
I will never be as beautiful as others
I will never be loved
For my flaws are completely unattractive
Disgusting, Repugnant, Ugly
Those words define me