Friday, January 7, 2011

Truth? Honesty?

Okay, I am terribly bad at the orientation or something you called so. But, errrr, I need to get this off my chest like seriously.

Envious
Feeling, expressing, or characterized by envy: "At times he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious way.... He wished that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage" (Stephen Crane). See Synonyms at jealous.


So, that's the word I'm going to talk about. You see, many people talk about envy, envious. They keep putting themselves on edge with the feeling they have inside. I always told myself to never let this feeling rules me, but in the past week, I failed. I envied my friends. Listening to their stories of life.

I know life isn't just about having boy friends or something like that, but when you like a guy, and he seemed just cold to you, plain cold, and even sometimes he talk without thinking about your feeling, you'll feel like you've been ripped off right in your chest. bummed down. I was doing nothing and ended up writing this poem.


Checking through the past
The time line way backward
The one that flies just a little too fast
The times when we didn't feel awkward

Good times were supposed to be memories
But this one that's set on me seemed more to be pain
I'm crash and burn realizing the lies
And every night my tears ran down as rain

If only those days stays forever
The day we were sister and brother
But what happened stayed in their times
What's the point of these aims?

I can only smile and pretend to conquer the world
It's not that hard to just play bold
If this is the edge of you and I
Then leaving will be the thing I can try.



-Amelia

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