Every single thing,
that have come out,
of your mouth.
I'll keep remember it,
forever.
Even,
in my next life,
Those words,
still sticking,
in my head.
When you said,
I'm too dramatic,
always acting weird.
When you're complaining,
about my mistakes,
but never,
praising my achievement.
When you won't let me,
laughing or sitting,
on my way.
When you scolded me....
Those single thing,
keep haunting me,
day and night,
and I was fighting with that things,
And all you do,
Is call me lazy.
I never being,
good enough on your eyes.
And I knew it.
Whose fault is this?
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
