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i feel like an intruder .
a tiny black dot on a white canvas
longing for oblivion
yet craving for attention .
I feel the world trying to sink me in
the darkness closing in
the silent screams erupting
footsteps not yet faltering
insecurities and guilt
doubling with each one taken.
I find myself zoning out
when the whole world
is revelling in such joy
I'm just an embodiment of hatred
when they are devouring love
I don't like it
camera lens and mirrors
don't always make me smile
maybe I'm just paranoid
but I swear I feel their eyes
burning into mine
when they are looking away
their steps getting louder and creepier
when they are walking away
their voice getting muffled and deafening
when they are already gone far far away.
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A/N:
one thing I learned today, how much you believe in your ability depends on who you compare yourself with. like me with my writings. I learned from those great books . I read and read and learn their styles and try writing my own and it's forming a cycle. I don't think I'll be good enough ,especially when I write in my second language. my friends say otherwise , however. aanddd suddenly I become aware of those who admire me when I'm too busy admiring those greater than me. so that's it.
believe in yourself. you're good enough. :)
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Wishful Thinker
Poesia/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
