Everyday

Everyday

my day is like a chorus of a song.

Every single day,

it's just like repeating those chorus and never hitting the end.

days

a few days ago during gym class, we played softball and we were learning how to catch.

I had this familiar feeling as if Ive already done this before, and i was right. The very second the gloves touched my hand, my mind swung back all the way back to elementary school in 4Th grade- This feeling was irrevocably welcoming. I remember the old feeling just as if it was yesterday. I remember running across the field with everyone else trying to catch the ball- but when my mind swung back in place, it was different. Effortless, different, incomparable. i HATED seeing those girls standing dumb like their feet were glued to the ground.

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Ah, I have a really bad sore throat. Well, it isn't THAT bad, but it just hurts. I think i need to goggle salt water thingy again--

Ah, today is Sunday- here and uh it sucks because i have school tomorrow.

Well today, I'm going to take advantage of my free time and seriously catch up with my novel.

I've been falling heck back- because of school.

Yup, i think that's what I'm going to do today.

Stay in front of the screen all day, with CUPS of coffee by my side since my mom isn't here. :) haha.

There won't be a day...

There won't be a day for me to not think about the past. Not a day wanting to go back if i can. It makes me so mad that I can't feel anything of that anymore- or yet. Stepping on the gums on the street, feels so different from stepping it here, it's upsetting. Waking up in the morning, melting under the blazing sun, it's different from here to there. The second I lay on my bed- the comfort isn't there. The moment I walk into my house, feels like I'm in hell. Looking in my mom's eyes- lost hope. I look in the mirror and I see lost soul. When opened my mouth and speak stupidity. When close my mouth and speak intelligently. When I talk back to people, I want to be able to say "Because, It's a free Country." When I look up at people, I want to feel special and inspired. When I speak up for people, I want to feel listened and respected. Not a day without wondering if I will make it. Because of the underestimate of where I'm from and who I am.

Dear World,

Dear World,
Another useless day has fallen by.
I sat still here watching the time pass by.
The ticking was all i heard, from every space, opened and closed.
I shed some tears but i whipped them right away, because
I didn't want to prove that I'm weak in any way.
Sometimes i feel so dark, so trapped and wound, like no body's there watching me down.
What should i do? Find someone new? But that's not my choice, it's the angle's above.
If you get the chance, ask them for plans, because i really need a new one- plan B isn't working.
You know what would be nice? A ticket to New York, where i can meet all the writers all in one room.
I wanna fly above the dark sea, just for some advice,
that can help me through the day with just the right keys.
It's hard to believe that I'm not the only one,
I wonder what other's did wrong.
My life is irrevocably difficult, and i really hate that
why cant somebody just understand.
maybe because young but that doesn't matter,
I've witnessed twice as much as anyone before.
I hate this, don't we all? I need a solution, like a really big hero.
I need a shoulder to soak my tears, because i promised this world that i was fierce.
Oh, no then, i sould ruin your shirt.
I'm sorry world, i confess- I'm not who you think and you should know that.
You're probably hurt as much as i, but with a billion more scars than I have now.
So here's to a new day, let's be friends. I promise not to hurt you only if you don't hurt me.