Some say I'm ordinary
I'm boring
Nothing special about me
No one could stand me
No one wants me
First they found me like I'm a vinyl
Then wasted me like an old cassette
But more say I'm their hidden treasure
Say I'm worthy
I'm irreplaceable
So admirable
While I thought I'm dirty skunk
They keep me like a savannah fur
Yet my time wasted for tearing myself down
My heart hurts
So heavy
So confuse what did I do
What my mistake
To those people
Who are glad making me feel less
Making me worthless
Doubting myself
So empty
My mind
My chest
What's tomorrow gonna be
Next week
Next year
What I am
Who I am
Well here I finally able to write again
I thought I'll just suffer for a while
Now it seems to be forever
So see you on my next pages
YOU ARE READING
The New Phase of Blue
PoetryIt just the same me, just older and maybe wiser but dimmer. Returning back in different time. Suffering the same thing which I thought would never happened again.
