I'm not the one I used to be.
I'm not the innocent or the little queen bee.
Just some girl trying to find peace.
In this rotten world that is losing it's humanity piece by piece.
I know how life is going.
I know how hard you are trying.
I don't blame you for leaving.
Neither do I feel ashamed for being like this.
Everyone knows how you always held up a fist,
for anyone who like to tease.
I'm not jealous.
I'm not furious.
I may be rude.
But I swear I won't do any moral terpitude.
I know I am already a failure.
But it doesn't mean it will make me inure.
But..
Sometimes.
I do get jealous.
I'm envy of those who are
fabulous.
Having all those things they wished for.
Not even have to wait a minute or four.
I was always asked.
Am I adopted ?
Since my last name sounded typical.
I always questioned myself how to solve this obstacle.
That one question always break my heart.
I've kept my cool.
But sometimes, looking back at those moments of fool.
It actually makes sense if I'm not who I am.
Not crying but this shit is lame.
30 June
