Wednesday, January 20, 2010
~ 11:24 PM ~
Living a life that I am not fit to be is such a torture.
Living two lives in a week depletes my mental strength.
Pressing the fast-forward button in my life,
you will probably see the same old plain girl living her life.
Pressing the go back button in my life,
you will once again see the girl you knew walking the same path of road.
Life has its ultimatiums and limits.
Emotions get in the way and somehow I find myself losing
the control I always keep inside of me.
Desperately trying to regain my composure to look strong
and capable of going through the tides once again.
Needless to say,
hiding my face under a mask is so passe.
I searched for new ways to hide and take cover,
still that postion is still behind you.
The thread I would want to loosen every single day
keeps pulling against me.
Occasionally having a few laughs may seem out of habit.
Gradually it loses its effect or power and I drift off aimlessly again.
One would say to sew the coat with the cloth given.
Everything in my possession is good enough,
that I can be contented with what I have.
Changing it for the better perhaps might change my attitude.
As paradoxical it may be,
my inner self tells me it has always been true.
