Fifteen
Two 2 years walked by,
Yet still stucked in goodbye.
Look who’s making alibis,
Just so she could fly.
I’m in another set of maze.
Four years. but still in daze.
It’s hard to start a new phase,
With the fears I struggle to face.
I stood under the streetlight,
Watching the Girl on spotlight.
I saw all her daydreams,
She even built her own realm.
I moved forward to eighteen.
It’s a secret — but I’m still fifteen.
Still felt like the kid on lockdown,
When nothing to do but frown.
My world did not stop revolving,
My view everyday is changing.
I am open to alteration,
But why swifting the decision?
You left me no choice but to get along,
With all the change I did not prepare long.
I wanna keep my voice for a song.
I’ll sing, but for how long?
I think this is only anxiety,
The grudges all I carry.
Or maybe not?
What if the business did not?
I shouldn’t lose my sanity,
Just because I feel out on reality.
But how long will I bear the lunacy?
My growth is only two years delay.
I still feel like a fifteen old,
When I’m already an adult.
Two years that kept me home,
Stopped my age bloom.
I’m still not ready,
To face all in reality.
But I will try to get along,
I’ll practice it long.
Yet, still fifteen — that’s I believed.
The two past years will be grieved.
But I will continue to try it all out,
I want my grudges to be voiced out.
