I wrote this before Bio- class
What's the sense of gaining friends
When you're losing yourself?
What's the sense of working hard,
when your effort is not realized?
What's the sense of being kind,
when true and genuine people are hard to find?
What's the sense of aiming high
When you failed your hundred try's?
What's the sense of music
When no one's gonna listen to it?
What's the sense of laughter
When life's getting harder?
What's the sense of fantasy,
When you belong in a world of harsh reality?
What's the sense of everyrthing
When in this world you're not even something?
Why is my poem so pessimistic? But I feel okay today. I remember my classmate told me, "ang emo naman nyan." I agree. :/
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoésieIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
