she's broken

SHE breathes in the same air as that girl. She learns the same thing as that boy. SHE has created something beautiful like him and her or maybe something even better. The only difference though, SHE was never noticed. That girl receive smiles everywhere she goes. That boy receive applause whenever he speaks. Him and her get some recognition for their work. But what about SHE? SHE does not stand out. Whatever SHE does, it will only fade to the background.  No one notices when SHE does something except when SHE makes mistakes. That's when everybody put their attention on SHE. Easy target, easy to blame. SHE won't speak up and even if SHE did, they'll shut her right up. What's wrong with SHE? Nothing. It's just that everything SHE does is never good enough. SHE is not good enough.

Tired of being normal (wishing)

I should just breathe in and let Him lead my life. Tell me exactly when though something will happen? 

your lipstick does not match

It's tough living in this world where beauty comes first and your personality comes second. The best you can very do is put up on some make up, hoping to cover some of those flaws of yours and compete with other pretty girls who'd always gets the people's attention. Pretty girls get their way with their looks while the rest of us struggle to get by, pushing our personalities to the light. Question is, how do you get someone; a stranger to let them see your personality when they don't even give you a first chance? When they won't even look at you, how do you expect them to see you.. Then, what? You're just supposed to wait and hope that one day that someone would come and he/she would even care less how you look like? It's a cruel cruel world then. All the pretty ladies get it easy while the rest of us are force to wait. Wait for the blind people to see that not all the pretty ladies have the prettiest heart. Beauty is subjective, you say? I say, that's bullshit.

i don't know if i'll ever learn

Love is only good when you have someone who loves you back. Crushing on someone just kills you. You think about that person constantly but all you get is a tired heart. From all these pains and tiring days of waiting to catch a glimpse of you, I starts to wonder. Wonder why am I here? Who do I live for? What is my purpose of being here? What am I good for if I have no one who loves me and no one for me to give my love to? Then, I soothe myself by thinking all the good possibilities. Maybe it is not my time. Maybe I am not ready to feel this thing people call Love. Maybe, just maybe.

here i go again

Remember that feeling you get when you see that one person and without any particular reason your heart beats a thousand times faster, your stomach feels sick, your legs become shaky, and suddenly you talk like a one year old? All the vocab you've learnt just went away; out through the window. Then you thought for one night that maybe things could happen to you. That you'll have the chance to feel it again and this time you'll get the feeling replied back to you.  That maybe you could experience this thing we call Love. That maybe there is still hope. Then you wake up the next day, wondering what if he doesn't feel the same way as you do or are you  wasting your time all this time thinking about him when he didn't even think about you; not even a second? All of a sudden, you are scared again. Your racing heart suddenly turns tired and you felt that pang of pain again. Scared, confused, and hurt that what you're feeling right now would not be reciprocated. That your love, once again will be an Unrequited Love. 

F***, I like you so much.