Jul 2017
As I looked up,
I see
A cunning adult;
Constantly taking over my life.

As I looked down,
I see
A pitch-black shadow;
Engulfing me in the dark.

As I looked ahead,
I see
A mere child;
Laughing at my failures.

As I looked back,
I see
A grim nightmare;
Smiling from ear to ear.
They said angels can fly,
But I've been living with four angels
And none of them can fly;

Although I wish they could,
So that they can make their way
Out of my head.
Detha Prastyphylia
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Detha Prastyphylia  20/F/Surabaya, Indonesia
(20/F/Surabaya, Indonesia)   
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