Do you know why I started chasing my dreams and living the way I want to?
Because no one ever, Believed that I could.
Everybody laughed, Scolded me but they never said "we believe in you" even if it was impossible, why didn't I hear those words at least once?
I was stupid for imagining things, But at least I was living through life, not in a scenery way, But in a way, I wanted to.
I never was enough.
I never was clever enough, I never was serious enough, I never was kind enough, I never was an adult enough, I never was...
But what about everything I have done? Everything I have said...
None of those ever mattered Only mattered grades, and what people thought of me.
And everybody believed that we are ourselves in front of people...
But are we?
Ask yourself that,
We are never enough, are we?
We have to be "perfect"
Even though perfection, is in the imperfection we all do not notice.
We are just used to judge people by their acting in society,
That way, We never could understand each others stories, hearts and souls.
If you want to know a person,
You have to explore their whole universe,
Which is deeply hiding inside of their cold and dark hearts...
imperfection is what creates
perfection
YOU ARE READING
The lost art of Words.
Puisi"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
