Sometimes I want to be a paper.
That's able to travel anywhere,
Whenever the wind will blow and dance,
And land to different locations.
But sometimes I feel like a paper.
When it breaks while drowned in the water.
The pain when a pencil scratches it.
The ache when they crumple or tear it.
I wonder if I am a paper.
Damaged but longing to be better.
Hurt but trying to be strong enough,
Hiding everything in a fake laugh.
Do I still want to be a paper?
I am just so tired of everywhere.
Also the people that's around me.
Have to stand up since no one helps me.
-pcm
