I am getting really tired now, I am really fed up with how things are doing with my life. I can't even call this living. Getting ganged up by all the people around me, trying to blend in like I belonged here where in fact I was not. I can't even count how many times I have regretted m existence. Questioning my purpose. Nobody is there, no one I can count on, no one to approach, no one who can understand, no one to confide, I am left with nothing but an empty shell I call myself.
Blank is all I can say, I am a blank person, no original feelings, no life. It seems like I am but just an empty shell being led around by everyone. I am just a substitute to everything. I was treated like garbage, just leaving me lying around when there is need of me. I give up trying to find somebody who would actually care for my well being, tired of expecting some night in shining armor would defeat the dragon that is trapping me in my lonely tower.
What can I say? I was never the princess, I was the servant. I was never the main character but the supporting role. I was the person you see on the sidelines. Unlike the star I am but a comet that just passes by. I am the butterfly that only lives for a moment, not expected to do anything big. Just to live in an empty shell, then die in the end.
As I write these emotions bottled up inside me, I can feel the fiery path my tears pave through my face. These invisible trails that travels down but has nowhere to go. These emotions that fades after the sun rises. This voiceless cry I feel that no one reaches.
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