It's four at dawn,
I woke up crying not with a yawn.
It's four at dawn,
A questionable thing popped at my system - like a song in an opera entitled "on my own"
It was dark.
My hands were quite shaking in tremble.
It was dark.
My tears were rolling up because of an unexpected trouble.
Am I not enough?
A sentence that pierce my heart.
A sentence that wrecks my system.
A sentence that blocks my mind.
A sentence that disable my wounded body.
I was once their biggest and lightest star.
I was once the girl who never fail to make people laugh.
I was once the smart one who always win and shine.
But now, look at me,
Everything was now messed up.
A nightmare that crumbles my system - testing the patience of my tears of fears, wasn't really a nightmare - as I thought.
(Written: 26th of December, 2021)