I think I've gone really mad.

Everyone is busy knocking on  the door
That they know it will never open to them.

I don't play *****
Because I'm not the mad woman here.

I was born a flower.
Now I feel bare and threatened,
holding on to the last things
And hoping the hours to justify me.


Everything and everyone--
can be blown away by anyone.
I can't stop and stare,
Hoping everything is the same as yesterday.

I'm glad
That I'm not being delusional that
demons are bad.

I'm glad
I don't have any regrets
And memories of you
in my heart.

I regard you highly
And I don't expect anything from you.
I wish you appreciate what you have,
learn to love
as you grow older and wiser.
I have nothing else to say, anymore.
So goodbye.

I admit arrogance wouldn’t get me to see-
The little things-the good things--
And the souls connected to me.

Though you break me,
I’d rather describe you romantically.
Wanna honour you,
For the passion and inspiration, you’ve sown in me.

I understand you now.
Having been quoted as “a sensitive person”,
I see a hero now,
Dazzling under the spotlight and never forgetting the little ones.

In the end,

        We’re the one who we have to take care of and

        Should mind our own business.

         It’s us that has to weather through the storms.

I feel like I have just been  splashed with cold water.
Upon realization, all the pains-
flood into my mind like as if
life is great at giving things.


I can't gasp enough
in the silence of
assuming---
that they're my life.