At least, for the very least,
I still have my positive side.Grow old, get a job
Get recognized, stop sob
Just for once, for a good reason.But then,
my negative side will always be there,
company me whenever I feel happy and sad.There is no way to leave that friend behind,
because he is the reason
I've been living until today
and typing this for you."Can you be positive a little bit?"
"Can you just stop being sad and move on?"No, I can't.
I've tried so many times but I can't.
No matter how I tried to be happy,
there is always buts and sadness.I chose to be at the bottom
and let you guys up.
I was drooling on how good looking you are,
how pretty and smart you are,
and how you can communicate so easily with other people.I'm jealous, you know?
I really am.
I'm sorry.
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Hidden Truth of Oneself
PoetryAn epilogue or a diary of mine before finding out who I really am.