The voices
and the noises
outside of me
have almost silenced
the voices
and the choices
inside of me.
What if I lose my ways
in living for the sight of others?
Will I still be the very me
if other's care I care
and push my care aside?
Will my uniqueness still be unique if I tried to be unique in the way others do?
Why always doubt what people would say?
Why always doubt how people would judge?
In a world where people only see but
never felt our feelings-
Why doubt too much?
Why care too much?
People will judge whatever.
Just go your way.
And just be you.

Please don't
Broken bits don't get to go home,
Shatterd skulls no longer yaw
Skin cut and flayed does not fall.
Mearly drips,
The essence of my life flows.
I am in less control of this.
Then a river controls its bends

When I was all alone
with loneliness somewhere around
And the piled up books,
hanger-hanged clothes,
and dust-covered Bible
in silence,
surrounded me.
When through the window
I could only see
distant electric pole,
the church tower,
and some trees swaying in the wind.
When silence and emptiness filled the space
but could no longer bring me peace and tranquility.
That's when my heart,
in coldness,
longs for its soulmate.
That's when my soul,
in thirst,
search for its master.
That's when I,
in silent reverie,
reminisced on the past.