ALONE

This life of race, I wonder why do humans give each other so much too many pressures?
Even closest ones, they are this near but a world apart of each other deep inside.
Why do i always felt pushing to the rear corner with fingers pointing at me?
Why cant i have the courage to express out whats the underlying issue to everyone?
But then again, what is the point of doing it. Everytime, i would be the one , the bad one.
Have you all/everyone, ever thought of the good times?

How hard im struggling, how tired i am to face myself everyday... There's just nobody.
No mummy, No daddy, No loved ones.
Only Me.

& the world opposite me.

See the surface & its only a paint of lies.
Breathe in the air & you will realise the truth deep inside.....



No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, & silver fountains mud,
Clouds & eclipses stain both moon & sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, & even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense-
Thy adverse party is thy advocate-
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence,
Such civil war is in my love & hate,
That I an accessory needs must be
To thy sweet thief which sourly robs from me.


Shakespeares