I hate being poor,
because i can't be generous to others.
Our family's been poor since i was born.
It made me hanging out with my friends more and more uncomfortable.
As a young girl, i was quitely hurt.
But it was okay.
It was okay because I had something precious to protect.
That's why I decided to act nonchalant and be self-centered.
There's no person that allows me to escape from reality.
At times when I desperately need some comfort away from reality.
I have no one.
I've always thought that my dream was to live an average, normal life.
But maybe that wasn't what i wanted.
Maybe I just never had a choice at the first place.
And when I open my eyes again...
reality struck me harder than ever before..
... as if mocking me for having dared to dream.
Reality had me in its grasp.
So.. I distance myself to others
because i lived in different reality,
it's because my reality was pathetic.
Life alone was too much burden for me.
To be honest..
To be completely honest..
I was afraid that they eventually notice my inferiority complex.
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My Liberation Notes
PoetryA book for all the introvert depressed people out there who struggling a lot. Who always question their existence, what their purpose and worth. I hope this would reach and help you to heal at some point by acknowledging your wounds and sufferings...
