To my friend,
Why are you always playing the victim?
Do you think everything gets resolve when you do?
Do you think the world revolves around you?
Isn't that pathetic?
It pains me
That only through a poem
Could I ever pour this out
Afraid that I may hurt you
But my friend,
I only wanted you to see
That continually thinking
That you are being hurt by the world
Would get you to nowhere
Would only get you to suffer
For no reason at all
It seems, you like the drama
It seems, you like to be the heroine
Continually being tortured
Thinking "why does the world always do this to me?"
Is it the world that is hurting you?
Or is it you that is hurting you?
Oh my friend
When will you grow up?
Isn't happiness a choice?
If you choose to be happy inspite of pain
If you chose to fight head-on
Prayer is useless if you don't move
Do you think the heavens will move according to your will?
Oh no, my friend
You have to stand first
Decide what you wanted to do
Instead of thinking you are a victim
Because you have the power to be a warrior
