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it has never been easy
to find the light in the dark sea
to wander blind and alone
to seek what is yet unknown

it has never been easy
to stretch your wings and be free
heart is an animal in a cage
liberty has now become a sorrowful rage

chained by my mind
haunted by my past
my poem and life are not the kind
that gives a colorful blast

despite that, here I am writing
to tell a part of the horrors of living
and to say that it may never be easy
but chaos has a hidden beauty

melancholic hope and doubtful trust
shaking faith, yet values are a must
if life is softly deemed an art
irony is one of its shameful part

it may never have been easy
light and freedom may be hard to see
but if we take life graciously
maybe it won't be as cruel as it would be
dear me, how's life so far?
have you now figured out who you are?
tear that facade down and show yourself to me
speak of the horrors and magic of your story

as a child, there was nothing much to think
later on, innocence finally began to shrink
the cruelty and loveliness of other side beyond
had made its way through me and dawned

friendships and dreams, they fall apart
tears in my eyes and a bleeding heart
regrets and acceptance catching up with each other
this fall into oblivion feels like forever

yet, i still want to stay longer for a while
see what life could still do to make me smile
i believe in good days, and i don't want to miss
i have hope that there is still more than this

dear me, how's life so far?
have you now figured out who you are?
years have passed and now do you see
life is a mysterious thing, and you should let it be
i hate you. you remind me so much of myself.
i belong to those whom i hate.
i am two in one body;
one lives with fear that she will always be a failure
and one suffers with it
there is no saving from myself.
i held the knife and chose to bleed for the things my heart cannot hold.
it's my own fault.
i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.
is there any chance for me to be loved at all?
would anybody dare to cross the cruel river of my being to meet me on the other side?
will somebody ever want kiss me despite of my sharp and poisonous teeth?
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