Dear windowpane, why do you always invite me to check
what's outside and what's below your rusty metals
yet I always ended up looking above
and checking out for the stars instead.
Dear stars, what do we look like from there?
Why are we always compared to you
in terms of our achievement and dwellings
knowing that you are just massive rocks we dealt on photos.
Dear photos, I hate that I need to be observant of my looks
when in fact I don't need to.
Dear looks, you're unfair.
Dear fairness, why you didn't choose to be with me in the beginning?
Why I need to please people and have a checklist of their immense validations,
which I need to check at 5 am every morning?
Dear mornings, sorry I am not consistent.
Sorry for the schedules I have cried upon due to lack of courage.
For the challenges I created for myself
but ended up being captive of my own procrastination
I am trying to be still, promise.
Dear promises, really?
Dear reality, I am incapable of words to describe you at the
moment
I am incapable of determining my viewpoints about culture
which I, myself, is being outcasted,
that every time I go home I am homeless,
that I am a stranger into this native land though we are breathing the same air.
Dear air, sometimes I am losing you
Sometimes what I have to breathe is fear, anger, and selfishness
Sometimes I see you wearing a cloak of orange daylight and vanilla bliss during the afternoon
but turning into a sad thief dancing without rhythm at dawn.
Dear rhythm, I want to dance until there is no music being composed
I want to dance in the pouring rain
knowing tomorrow will be filled with blossoming sunflowers
I want to dance to the point of exhaustion
until my body wilted tired but happy.
Dear body, I am sorry for the lack of sleeps
due countless ideas I am checking every night
Perhaps, you don't deserve me.
Dear self, thank you for working hard despite being limited
I am sorry that I need to fail you every time to hide my emotions
I am not vocal like you but I am with you through odds
yet sometimes I am the one who gets first to escape from you, I am sorry.
Dear emotions, I hated when I need to cover you up with everything I can
when in fact I think I should know by now how to deal with you.
There are times I am thinking that I am a firefly drowning in an ocean
One day, I am the ocean.
Dear emotions, stop acting like a nice kid hiding some candies in your pocket
You're not the victim.
Dear self, please go home
I want to get you out from that ocean and hug you
It's done and no one owes you your biology.
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The Moon I Become and other Poems
PoesíaA collection of poems dedicated to the undesirable parts of oneself told from the first-person point of view. Unfavorable situations are also reckoned thus becoming disliking of the self-being. Some of these poems also narrated self-pity and self-h...
