Do my eyes not see?
Do my ears not hear?
Are my thoughts not thoughts,
but steam released as factory smoke?
Is my mind not a mind,
but multiple metal gears clanking,
functioning a machine that is I? 
How much longer will my observations not be keen,
and my pain not be seen?
Why must the world tell me it's all in my head,
that it's a byproduct of my fragmented heart?
Am I not human,
more than I am broken?
Am I not broken,
because I am human?
Why must I be denied of my humanity?
How much longer must I be misunderstood deliberately?
Must my brokenness be shoved in my face at every instant?
Or will they finally be accountable?
But I wrestle with the fact,
that I am deeply foolish for expecting any better.
It is only primal, their care for themselves over others.
Why do I care for them more than myself?
Why does my soul defy this human norm?
Why does my heart yearn and hurt for the reciprocation of this inhuman feeling?
When will the people I love most,
realise that my eyes see and my ears hear?
When will they realise that I am capable of comprehension and understanding just as they?
This, I ponder upon, as the fierce glare of gaslight is dimmed.
- Leok

I never got the closure.
Although I desire it, I don’t think it’s my place to seek.
I have too many issues, too many problems.
Maybe it’s better if you stay away.
But still, your ambiguous actions form a constant relay race in my mind.
And that contagious smile, ringing amongst the accompaniment of your beautiful soul.
I wish our souls could entwine in a gorgeous melody.
But I was stupid to think I could ever step beyond my bounds.
A familiar friend.
A sister.
I guess that’s all I’ll ever be to you.

A reflection of another disgrace.
A ******* child, bred from a lineage of desire.
Everything is set up against me.
Even my own self.
Will my release be after death?
Or on earth will I finally be free?
My internal manifests in ways nobody can see.
Invisible but visible is I, who was plucked from a withering tree.
A broken girl, only seen by the shadows of her ancestors.
I wasn’t meant to live.
So do I have strength to fight my destiny anymore?
- Leok

Your smile is the greatest,
it covers half of your face.
You’re that smiley guy,
the one who lights up people’s days.
I praise God that He created you.
You’re so beautiful.
Too beautiful, like a mystical fantasy.
I couldn’t dare have you for myself, you belong with someone better.
You’re just another dream I could never reach.
But I love you so so much.
And it’s something I didn’t realise until now, the ******.
It was something that creeped up on me, slowly and steadily, these past 6 months.
And when I realised it, I prayed against it.
But this feeling has only grown.
It’s my fault, I realised how I felt after the roots were already deep.
I don’t expect you to feel the same,
Just please take care of yourself.
When you cry, I cry.
when you suffer, I do the same.
I guess I might be telling you to be happy for selfish reasons.
I love you though.
- Leok