some people think you're insane,
'coz for them you don't make sense.
in every action you take,
they keep asking stupid questions like:
what. are. you. doing with your life?
and they think you're just seeking for attention,
or– maybe, yes. you're just seeking for affection
because you're stupid just like the rest of them.
some people think you're crazy
'coz you make this funny faces.
but what they don't know is that:
inside those twinkling, chinky eyes lives your sorrow
that may not leave until tomorrow.
and they think you're just being you,
or maybe, yes. you're being true.
but who will judge your truthfulness?
little fellow, it is you.
people think– they actually overthink about you
'coz you're interesting and funny and
they said you're truer than true.
but who actually cares about you?
who actually knows how you cope
with that sugarcoating dope?
you are just in their little shallow minds,
but not in their hearts.
look at you, little fellow,
some people think you're funny
'coz you always make them laugh
but do you remember when
was the last time someone made
you laugh?
do you even twitch your lips in struggle
of smiling as your joke was voiced about?
you saw them chortle around but
did your chest felt a little lighter
or did their praises made it heavier?
well, little fellow, let's come back to people
who think you're quiet insane.
maybe it's just me
or maybe it's you–
but you are seeking for attention
yes, quiet seeking for affection
of those people whose hearts tangled with you,
and those with the same blood
running in your veins and
each and everyone of you.
those people who think you're crazy and funny
are those whose hands held your cold hands–
well, until they found out that you're not that really true.
when they saw what's beneath that twinkling, chinky eyes,
the warmth in their embraces became as cold as ice,
and then you realized,
your hands became apart.
and then you realized,
they left you with a mark–
a wound that soon will be a scar.
remember little fellow,
that people will always think about you,
and they might care a little,
but it won't last like you think it'll do.
BINABASA MO ANG
Snowdrops of Poetry
Poetry"maybe later, or much more later, the moon will finally give you the right to be with them once more, just like before." - The Stars are Winking at You Tonight this is my poetry.
