My family was no royalty
Yet, I was raised with a crown rest on my head
I was their precious golden child
Like a prized possession,
No other kingdom should laid their hand
And as each passing days that lost in the horizon
They provided me wings to take on flight,
Higher than most of the population
But every nimbus cloud I surpass
I didn't mean to raise their expectation
I was simply a dreamer, a stubborn go-getter
Everything I want, I get it by hand
Every mountain I try the climb,
I have it move, or on its peak;
I stand
Everyday that passed, I became better
But every aim that goes higher
I try my best to reach for it,
Until I cannot reach it any longer
I try hard, harder than the buffalo plows the field
But I guess, al stars in the sky is bound to die
And once their golden child,
Now they see me as a gold plated brass
A wine of cup that lose its shine
Like how I am losing mine.
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Miss Heartstrong
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Facade
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that wishes to speak of the facades we put ourselves upfront. Every words of this work is meant to unleash what is behind every facades, and the truth behind our strong-willed character.
