We all have to  make them
doesn't matter if it's good or bad
you'll still face the consequences
and the setbacks of life

So what if someone comes from a different background?
So what if the sky's not blue today?
Is the world ending?

You see,
perspective is key
and the way you perceive things
may be different from someone else's.
The reason why fights still occur (in my opinion)
is the decisions that they make.
To be, or not to be?
That is the question.

i want to believe that i'm worthy of care
that someone out there could love me,
accept my quirky innuendos and
sullen moments

i want to believe that
the thoughts of me could cloud someone's mind
and make it impossible to forget
because i've been cast aside one, too many times
to put faith in the impossible

i'm never direct about my feelings
in fact, they are the reason why i'm drowning
within the recesses of my mind

maybe thats why its easy;
for me to glance at any pair of onyx orbs,
and see the misery and pain behind great walls
but they're so close to breaking
one touch and i'm afraid they might break

human beings are solid,
the atoms in our bodies packed so tightly,
holding us together
and i'm half-convinced that they'd do it for forever
but not even they could protect us
from the fragility of our hearts
and the naivety of our minds

words are manipulative, they twist and turn like a labyrinth waiting to be exploited by anyone who dares to try and if they fail, they'll fall deeper into their subconscious waiting for the victor who would free their condemned emotions.

Have you ever felt so lonely, sitting in a room full of people, with chattering of others coming from your left and your right and laughter exploding in surround sound, and wonder, "Why me?"

Why am I usually the one who stands a few millimeters away from the group? Why am I always left alone? Why doesn't anyone go out of their way to offer a smile or a simple hello?

Some days I feel like tugging at my hair as hard as I can, not caring how my scalp screams in agony or how many clumps of hair I pull out. Why? Because I don't get what I'm doing wrong. I love the solitude and the lack of attention I get from the general public but it's a different case when it comes from the people I trust. Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault for being a recluse but after hours and hours of reflection, I realise that I've always tried to be inclusive. For someone like me, it's difficult. Actually, it's frustrating and scary and I'm terrified to death. But I still make the effort because I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

One day I'll stop trying holding myself together and I wonder if I'd disintegrate into dust or will I shatter like glass instead?

"Look at the stars, look at how they shine for you."
I know it's cliche but
no one feels special anymore.
Raise your hand if you've ever been ignored,
pushed back into the inner, most darkest most dustiest part of your mind,
so that you could fit in and laugh along with people
who're completely oblivious to the pandemonium inside your mind

Everyday I spend at least an hour,
maybe even more
to practice the poker face I'd put for the day
and everyday I crumble as soon as my door closes again.
Don't,
don't be afraid to laugh like a complete idiot
with a group of people who would laugh with you,
never at you.
Don't change the way you look
just because someone said
something that makes you feel bad about yourself.

Appearance does not define beauty,
on the contrary, it amplifies the unhealthy need for perfection.
Why aim for something so stoic, when you could enjoy life as it is?
Sit down and enjoy the breeze,
open your eyes and sink your teeth into the wonders of nature.

You'd be surprised the the boundless beauty of it.