When I Woke Up

I HAVE TO

Fight!
For the one who makes me smile!

Fight!
For the one i love!

Fight!
For what i feel!

I wish i can.

How could i fight for someone who makes me smile, if that someone is fighting for the one who makes him smile?

How could i fight for someone i love, if that someone is fighting for the one he loves?

How could i fight for my feelings, if my feelings were set aside to prioritize hers?

I can actually fight for it, but, i can't. I wont.

I can't do anything but to look at them.

Daydream that i am beside him.
That i am the one he's taking care of.
That i am the one he's concerned with.
That i am the one he loved.
That i am the one he missed.
That i am the one.
That i am her.

I was like...
Waiting a jeepney ride at a train station...

STOP!

I have to fight!

Fight not for him, but for myself not to get hurt.
Not to get unwanted wounds.
Not to get unnecessary scars.
Not to get killed by my own eyes,
Hands,
Heart.

Yes, i have to fight!

I have to.