I live in a castle of standards,
besides it was the tower of perfection,
full of armed knights and guards,
with a queen to pass its expectation.
I wasn't it's princess nor their prince,
I'm a nobody, genderless kin,
for I was born with fake memories,
and my playground is a battlefield greeneries.
I keep on striving, keep on climbing,
to the infinite steps on their highest stairs,
many times I thought I'm already winning,
their heart's and mind's standards yet not always.
It's hard to deal with people who expects the best,
it'll always be difficult if they only open their eyes,
only wide to the outcome,
yet always close on your struggles.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
