Let me cry, let me wail, let me
emo to my heart's content.
Sigh....
Do I make the cut? Can I make the cut?
The roles and
responsibilities, the expectations and trust.
I'm sorry I find it hard to believe in myself.
I dun understand the rational behind His goodness and grace.
I really dun. What have I done?
For the me with all my imperfections,
For the me who often dun know what to say and makes mistakes.
For the me that cries when a stranger's child is hurt,
For the me who's too weak to say NO.
For the me who can be sad without having a reason to be,
For the me even when I'm unreasonable.
I wish I could be more strong.
I wish I could have more faith.
I wish I would not be
afraid.
I wish I could believe in myself and I'm sorry I find it hard.
I wish I wish
ALOT of things.
Would you still love me for me?
For the me true and true
.
I wonder, what am I in all your eyes?
A subject with subjects, fun to discuss and poke? A form of entertainment to occupy your time?
It went too far. It's always me. I do feel even if I laugh it off. All that false facade.Labels: disappointed, feeling down