perfectly imperfect

He may be surrounded by darkness, but he is full of light.....
          
          
          
          just like the moon

I find myself helpless
          when fear becomes my other half
          Regret as my friend, guilt as night lullaby 
          And moving forward as my wildest dream...

Overshadowing my dreams at the cost of my sleep, as become the new habit of my regrets

I want to be the pillar, others depend on. But in reality, I myself can't do it in first place 

I have people who love me in my worst. But still I look for those who left me in my vulnerable state. 
          Though it's easy to blame them, I tried to understand them from their perspective but all I got in return is pain...

Terrible at owning my mind... still dreaming to own this world

People who taught us to speak doesn't like when we start to speak for ourself..