I swear,
jealously will drive me mad
everything is good until it turns bad
I can't stand
the two of you laughing and
snickering
behind me in class.
I can even hear you
smiling.
It's very stupid of me to think like this
but I can't help it.
and I know you prefer me,
instead of them.
At least,
I think and hope so.
Do you?
Please tell me you do.
Please.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...