What does the future hold
For sad people like us?
They say we have been told
But why does it hurt us?
Growing up with so much expectation
From clueless people like us.
Made the world scary to walk on
There's no taxi, train nor bus.
No shortcut to where we belong
Had to find it ourselves, barefooted.
But what if what we're doing is wrong?
That's when we stand on our ground, rooted.
BINABASA MO ANG
sad.
PoetryThis is where I put all of my poems that I made when I was sad, moody, and gloomy. So expect negativity in this area and please if triggered, immediately leave and stop reading. My works are sometimes grammatically incorrect so please understand...
