Lay back on my chair in front of the pc...
I think back of those days when I was still young.
My original true self was vulnerable.
I'm afraid of...
being lonely,
abandoned,
betrayed,
used.
A sensitive creature,
sensitive to words others said, to actions others did...
even if (maybe) they don't mean to.
Rather than being afraid...
I prefer...
to like being in solitude,
to be independent,
to trust no one,
to look for mutual benefits.
Some said I'm realistic,
I said "Yeah, that's correct."
Blame them?
Nope. Blame myself for living in my own world...
"Life is a Fact. Not a Fiction."
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