I am.

I am an ordinary person who gets older as a year pass by.
I am just like others who breath the polluted air.
I am that human being who asks questions over and over again even if I know the answers won't change at all.
I love to dance and sing and listen to music at any mood. I am just that.
I keep on talking to people who I know would forget me as we part ways.
I don't mind others but just accept the fact that we are all different.
I am interested in writing and would often be interested with others' works too.
I am quiet when I'm mad. I would make a tantrum alone. I would smile at my hardest times. I would keep my chin up
even if I know I'm already wrong. I do things that are complicated and fail a lot of times but I would still continue
and I would fail, fail, fail again and expect to never reach that success.
I look down on people but I look down on myself more.
I am a leader but I don't listen to my own words.
I want change but I'm too lazy to follow.
I study and I hate it but I still do.
I learn and make sacrifices that would lift up my souls.
I do things I don't even like but find out later that I loved them.
I get hurt and I cry. I fall a lot. I fall to fail, I fall to love.
Love, love, and hurt. What's the difference?
I wish on shooting stars, believe in promises and make myself stupid.
I am used to loving someone then fall out of love.
I sit and stand up. I walk and come back.
Why do we do things that just always leads to the same direction?
I am once a kid, I grew and made sense.
I am just an ordinary person who doesn't even know why I even wrote these things.
I am just a person.
A person trying to find out who I really am.

There are some people
Who wear their heart
Openly on their sleeve
Only to have it
Violently ripped off
And never cherished

There are some people
Who invest far too much care
In the world around them
And end up getting hurt
By nearly everyone
No expectations are met

There are some people
Who worry themselves sick
With the thought
That they are unloved
All because someone else
Is incompetent

There are some people
Who stay awake at night
Pondering the idea that
They are ugly and unworthy
This is a dangerous lie
Yet they still believe it

There are some people
Who wake up every morning
Fighting the urge to cry
They fail and let the tears flow
A symbol of all the emotion
They have built up

There are some people
Whose generosity
Care and affection
Go wildly unnoticed
And under appreciated
This causes them to break

There are some people
Who, after a while,
Break down tremendously
Enter a dark place
Only to return to the light
A completely different person

There are some people
Who experience so much let down
And so much heart break
That their heart is no longer
On their sleeve, it's nowhere
All at the fault of another

There are some people
Who have to learn
To give up on those
That are incapable of affection
Incapable of selflessness
And move on to what they deserve

I am one of those people
And I refuse to keep sinking
At the hands of people
Who couldn't care less
About me and my love
I am worthy of much more

funny these poems of "love"
when i dont love you
im stuck on him
i love him
not you

Can't help but fall
More in love
With the one
Who gives me
His heart

If I was to cry everyday of the week


                                            I'd worry if I'd have any tears left to keep

Thank you,
Best Friend
For bringing me
Comfort
Security
Love
Generosity
You keep me sane
I love you