I
Oh, Adrian
Why are you always all alone?
What is wrong with you?
Why can’t you be like those people?
Why are you so different from them?
Maybe it’s because you’re ugly?
Maybe it’s because you act stupid?
Maybe it’s because you’re an idiot?
Maybe it’s because you’re creepy and weird?
Or maybe it’s because you are already like this?
Everything you’re trying to prove makes those people around you sees nothing but a nuisance
Everything you’re trying to say makes those people see you like an idiot
Everything you try to be happy makes them thinks how creepy and weird you are
Were in the point that all you can do is to be silent while honing that sadness
You cry in the inside while smiling on the outside
You are hurt, yet nobody came from your aid only but yourself
Chaplin is right all along; only the mirror is your best friend since it will not cry when you cry
Even hurt, you still move forward no matter how pointless it is
For you, they live in their little worlds when they forgot to face reality
And yes, you face reality from the start and cannot escape from it
That is why you are so different from them
They act clumsy, childish, naïve, and ignorant
While you on the other hand always grumpy, sad, lonely, obstinate, and doubter
In the point you can see through them and that is why you are always alone
Alone because you were never influence and contaminated by society
Pity yet jealous
You like that kind of life
You like that kind of story
You like to be with the people you like and the people you loved
So why aren’t you like them?
Do you hate them for being that selfish?
Or, do you really hate yourself?
II
How ironic, instead hating people you help people
You can’t ignore their tears
You can’t keep up when they got hurt
Even if killed, you will regret for not saving them
Good people and bullies alike, what is wrong with you?
Why helping those people if you can’t help yourself?
You acted like that as if you are broken
No, you are already broken
From the start, you see those people as yourself that you wanted to help them
You did cry, you did get hurt, and if killed, only few will remember you
That is why you help them
For when the time comes, they will remember you not as Adrian but as something else
Someone who is always there to help, no matter how little the rewards and accomplishments is
And as for yourself, being treated inferior or anything, you thank them despite of what they did to you
You sacrifice your time, your life, your happiness, and your dreams but you never had any regrets
From what you see, you’re not only saving them
You also saving yourself
I don’t know if I really hate you for being crazy, stupid, and idiot
Or just want me to realize how kind you are
You never did become bad, you use those bad experiences as a weapon for helping people
And for that, I hope you continue to be like that
Even if you become the person that nobody knows
