I want to express my true form,
but it’s all a violent storm.
I want to speak up,
but I’ll just blow up.

I want to let go of myself,
but it’ll just be a blight on the shelf.
I want to cry and surrender,
but everyone knows me as a mender.

Is it only me that doesn’t have an expression?
Or disguising myself is my obsession?
Do I point finger on who to blame?
Or should I cover myself in shame?

I stay away from everyone because I know my capability,
but what’s great about me is my flexibility.
I know I act detach at certain occasions,
but this is my only way of evasion.

The point is I’m always fine,
because I’m always on cloud nine.
You will always see me smile,
because I make sure my presence is worthwhile.

It’s moments like this, where I deal with emotions,
that my head starts to create commotions.
As time flies the frustration disappear,
and I find myself writing this poem right here.

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” ~ Robert Schullner


Broken Dreams

I met my dreams in you
the things you do I wasn’t used to.
The kindness you shown me I will always remember,
Even after December.

The way you held my hands tight,
would always make my day bright.
When I felt that kiss you gave me
I can still remember my glee.

I felt protected every minute we were together
even though it didn’t last forever.
Now I shed these tears,
and I feel everything but cheers.

No, I didn’t write this poem to get you back
cause now I see my future with you is pitch black.
I wrote this poem not for that,
I hope you see where I’m getting at.

Writing this will help get myself in shape.
Cause I know it’s something I can’t escape.
My eyes no longer shed any tears for you,
because it’s my heart that’s having a hard time getting through.

I really hope you read this,
because I still remember our first kiss.
When we first met that day
I didn’t know this is what I had to pay.

But if they ask would I do it all over again if I could??
My answers will always be I would.
Even though I now know the result.
Pretending like I didn’t care about you will be an insult.

This is it for now I guess.
I just need to do this and express.
I have many more things to say but I will stop it.
Before I go. I’ll say I understand you, and that I admit.

“It’s not the good-bye that hurts, but the flashback that follows.” ~Unknown