in every broken dream, there is an abundance of possibilities waiting to be explored.
in every grave misstep, there is a new chance to stand up and try again.
in every lost soul, there is a compass waiting to lead the way.
in every tiring day, there is solace and comfort at night to lean on.
in every doubtful thought, there is proof of certainty waiting to be seen.
in every guilty conscience, there is someone listening, someone who is ready to accept any change of heart.

perfection is a myth that we try to overcome
anytime, we can do our thing without pressure
certainty might not always be on our side, and
it may take time to gain strength, will, and courage
nevertheless, let perfectionism victim none of us; let us
grow and succeed within our own ways and time.

i once believed in my lifetime
that life is guaranteed with security
people tell me constantly
that i don’t have to ever worry
“the future’s vivid & bright,
no need to be in a hurry.”

until my wicked thoughts arrived without a warning
and slowly, transformed me into another being.
these thoughts lived a little too long inside me
before i even knew it, i then believed in them so badly.
doubt and questions clouded the once well-assured me
as i tried to live the illusion of my monstrosity.

will my mind ever taste the feeling of being free?

the answer came in a form of my identity’s inevitability:
that my mind’s only playing cruel tricks constantly;
the wickedness that i so preciously keep next to me
has never been the way i am supposed to be.
this revelation about the real me never came easy
but it has finally set my mind and heart free

maybe her reflection isn’t the one
wherein she sees herself;
maybe her reflection is just a
collage of her experiences
and not who she really is
or what capability she possesses

or maybe her reflection is all just words
of those who has naught a belief to her;
they penetrate to her overthinking mind
adding to her doubtful existence
and fueling her unworthiness further

and maybe her self-worth needn’t to be improved
because all she ever sees within her eyes
is darkness.

I didn’t want to leave you behind–
all I wanted was for us
to let ourselves be finally free
and be the happiest that we’ve ever been

but I guess you thought you’re better off alone,
with all the memories behind the past
and try to start a new, fresh life–
one where I have no involvement whatsoever

friend, you succeeded on moving on, i say
and I think you don’t know me anymore;
you forgot me even after all those years
but where I am is not where I belong.

because the truth creeps into my skin
it’s hard to even try to ignore it
when it haunts me from time to time
that you were once my sunshine

I guess, in the end, I was lost all along;
it was me who left these memories behind
and now, I regret it this **** decision
cause I can’t now call you mine

now, you would say that it’s over
and there’s no you and me
but we made this love stay once, didn’t we?
even if it couldn’t obviously last forever

I am now stuck underground, in the dark
cause the glitter is gone after all this time
I want to make all of this right again
but it won’t be easy; wars aren’t like play.

take this as a sign to let me out of here
so I can see the light all over again
cause I know your company
is where I am supposed to be.