Who am I?
In this peril world that you don’t know where to run
Who knows me better than I?
Are those people around me who judging me?
Those words bloom in my mind
Because there are times that I hate them
When there acting like they knew everything
And sometimes acting like a child
I trap them with my direct words
Saying it without a second thought
For me it is meaningless
But in reverse I felt hatred
Pushing myself away from them to be alone and silent
I mad at them
When they keep saying a damn thing
It’s like a bomb sounding in my ears
Without thinking that they are like what they said.
Happening leads me to ask this
Am I wrong?
Am I different?
Or they are the one who make a trouble without knowing it?
I got angry without a reason
I felt sad like no one cares
I help without a second thought
I felt happy like no one can stole
I asked myself, does everybody fell this way?
Or I am the only one exist acting this way ?
This is the question that still remain
Is there such word for “I”?
Written last May 23, 2008 @ 11-05 pm – 1:10 am the next morning
