Poems

Shouldn’t that be enough, ain’t?

January 05, 2018

How I see a picture is different

How I hear a song is different

How I express a feeling is different

I don’t need people to understand me

but that is what I’d always craved for

I don’t want people give their attention

but I can’t lie I need it sometimes

You would not understand me

I am too

I know I am different

I am strange

I am not like an ordinary girl you would’ve met

but I don’t blame you

you are not the only one

who has that thought

Frustrated

Worried

Alone

I feel it more when I get older

Not externally,

but more internally

and sometime spiritually

Positive is always me

Optimistic is my soul

That’s a proof why I can keep moving

though the world cruelly against me

I promise to keep moving