By the window I sat,
Watching as people passes.
Locked in this room,
My solitude, none understood.
Housing my fears,
An aiding hand never given.
Exterior appearances should not be trusted,
As the smile I wore is not true.
Running away does not solve,
The ultimate enemy is me.
This is a poem I wrote years ago, probably form 5 or in the form 6s. I wrote this as an analysis while I was tackling my issues. Sound tad crude, but I don't wanna change it. Let it be. This was me.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
We live in a fast pace world. Things change without us noticing. We change.
When we reach success, save it as a checkpoint and go back to your roots. Reflect. Reminisce. Moving forward is good but looking back once in a while keeps you humble, grounded. Too much success drowns.
They say adolescence and young adulthood is confusing, that you don't find yourself till 30 or late. Well, I think childhood IS you. Adolescence and young adulthood is you trying to adapt to society, difficult because you are trying to filter what you like and what you don't, but what you don't like might just be the very thing they're trying to instill into us; and when you reach it, it is society in you and you are far from the original you.
Are you conformed or are you still you?
P.S. Change is good but change for a better you; not be molded by others.