Greed,  drives people crazy
It makes you do
Bad things.

Greedy people,  are crazy
Betrayal is the thing
They do.  

But karma is what truly crazy
Cause it hit on crazy people
Like you.

Karma oh karma
One day when it hit you
Don't regret.

You are full of grace,  they said
Little do they know
I am actually full of disgrace.  
You are the best out of all,  they said
Little do they know
I tried so hard to be the best
Till I don't even remember the reason why I try.
You are beautiful,  they said
Little do they know
My heart is stained by dirt, trying to make my outer self,  beautiful.
You are innocent, they said
Little do they know
I do things behind their back.  
You are slim,  they said
Little do they know
The diet and overtraining behind it.  
When you must be became you are,  
That's when this poetry,
Actually make sense.  
Society pressured us
To become the person
They think is the best.  
Little do they know,  
They are slowly destroying us,  
Slowly... Killing us.

I don't think you will ever realised if I never told you.  So,  let realisation hit you.

You are beautiful in your own way.  

You are one of a kind.  

You are perfectly imperfect.  

You are brave,  stand up for your rights.

You are you,  be you.

You are well loved by the people around you,  so love yourself because you deserves it.

Realise it, love.

Stop looking at me,  
Like I'm the one you want.  

Stop looking at me,  
Like you never hurt me before.  

Stop looking at me,  
The way you look at her too.

Stop looking at me,  
Like you are going to eat me up.  

Stop looking at me,  
Cause it hurts to know;  
Even though you look at me like this;
She is still the one you are going to choose;
Not me.

She cut herself,
Yet again,  they asked
"Why would she do that? "

She,  who suffered
She,  who damaged
She,  who injured

She,  who need to know that,
Loving herself is a must,
That her live is precious,
That she is who she is,  
For a reason.

God doesn't make us
Solely for us to hurt ourselves,
Or hurt others.  
God made us,  
So we can be who we are.  

Love yourself,  
Embrace your flaws,
Strive to be better,
But not too stressful,
To the extend that,  
Death is the only answer.

I cried my eyeballs out,  
But no one ever care,  
Because all they can do,
Was seeing me cry,  
And leave me alone,  
Till I... break down.  

I tried my best,  
But no one ever praise,  
Because all they can do,
Was criticize me,
And urge me to be better,
Till I... can't take it anymore.

Society, oh society.
What can I do,  
To fulfill your wishes?  
What can I do,  
To be just myself?

I had to fake,  
Fake a laugh,  fake a smile,  
Make people think that,  
I'm all good,
Because that's what I do best,
And what society wants.

Betrayal,  a thing we hate
Yet we always do

We talk behind people's back
And expect no one to do so

Friends,  colleagues,  even our boss
We betray

They do good to us
Yet we do bad to them

Just like the sun gave light to the moon
Yet the moon eclipsed the sun

He can like you
While others don't like you

Just like you may be his cup of tea
But not other's cup of tea

Just like some like fermented soy bean
Some hate the smell of it

Just like some love to eat durian
Yet some hate it till they think it shouldn't have existed

Just like you love your bed smell
Yet others hate it

But one day
You would definitely find the one who love your bed smell as equally as you yourself do

You don't need to be everyone's favourite

Because why be everyone's cup of tea
When you can be his only shot of whiskey?

From the day we met,  
You give me nothing,
But hurt to my mother.
I thought I am strong,  
Strong enough to fight you off,  
But I was wrong.
I was told to remain silence,  
To be a quiet and nice person,
But yet my heart told me otherwise.  
How can you hurt a person like that,  
When all she did was to help?  
I hope you stop,
For all she is important to me,
Even though she is not for you.  
How can you be so heartless,
When you are given a heart to live?

You know what saddens me?
     When you ask him, do you love me?
He hesitated, unsure about the answer,
Answered, 'I don't know, maybe.'
Yes, this hurts.

I never wanted to write,  
I never planned to love poetry,
But the overwhelming emotion drives me crazy,
And the only way to be normal is,
To put all my emotions into writing.

So that I can be normal,
So that my emotions doesn't invade my mind,  
And make me think crazily.

Where am I?  
What am I doing?  
Is it right to do this?  

Everyday,  I wonder
All this questions
That I asked myself

Everyday,  I wander
All this places
That I go but still don't know
Where to go

Where should I be?  
Here?  Or there?  

Or should I even be..
Living?

Will I ever forget?
     All the sweet stuff you said to me?

Will I ever stop?
     Loving you so much that I forget to love myself just a tab bit more.

Will I ever?
.....

Every part of my body hurts,
Whenever I thought about you.

Remember the days we used to be so close?  
Remember the days when we would fool around and chit-chat like what a couple would do?  

I bet you don't remember, for you have a girlfriend now, that makes you have butterflies in your stomach, every single time you see her.

Till now,  I still miss you,  especially your warm hugs,  and lovely kisses.

Till now,  I still love you,  even though I know you don't love me,  and you will never love me again..

True love is strong,
It can forgive betrayal,
It can give second chance,
Despite being utterly wounded by another half.  

Just like how the phantom of the opera,
Forgave Christine,
Even though what she did was betrayed him for Raoul.

Just like how the phantom of the opera,
Gave Christine a second chance,  
Even though she leaved him when he is the one who taught her how to sing.

Just like how the phantom of the opera,
Gave Christine a chance to live forever with Raoul,
Despite being very in love with her.

This is true love.