At the innocent age of three,
Elders made us watch sponty Disney movies,
Isn't ironic how we used to hate all the villains in every story?
Yet growing up, we romanticize their qualities.
At the enthusiastic age of seven,
We were still playing games, aren't we?
Taking roles as if we're Ken or Barbie,
Unknowingly building progression in mask of social identities.
Age thirteen we do dress up, make up, and all the fun stuff,
By learning and changing personalities,
Mindsets were adopted to fit into the society standard,
I didn't know teenage life would turn out to be this hard.
Finally, at the rebel age of eighteen,
While maximizing the possession of liberty,
People be draining and making me feel new emotions,
And at the same time I felt lost seeking for validation.
Having a grasp of reality at age twenty,
Thought I figured out what I want to be,
Yet I let go of my passion for practicality,
Now I'm back to square one wanting to be at the age of three.
BINABASA MO ANG
Tidal Rise (A Poem Compilation)
PoetryIn the sea of chaos and poetry, I drown. But with the words I write, I will rise from the tide of life. This is a compilation of my raw poems. Enjoy reading :)
