you are what you read.

i may write my views.
that might appeal to yours.
or even oppose to your beliefs.
i may write my heart out.
to let your hearts know that i, too, know.
i may write long, or short.
i may write jargons.
but words are never jargons to me.
you may succeed to despise my words,
or fail to hide the sense you get in them.
try as you might, do your very best, for trying is living.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

just stop. please.


what is it with you that you seem to hate me so much??
not only it shines clearly from your eyes,
but through your icy cold words on me,
and your behaviour of leaving me feel so defenceless,
when i need you so badly.
is it my exuberance?
my loudness??
my honesty?
my positive bubble irritates you?
my ever nagging personality?
or just plain bullshit attitude as you called it?
you hurt me more than once,
trust me, you still do.
you claimed that you're my friend,
but i barely know you,
far beyond trusting you.
stop it.
stop opposing me.
stop making me look like some kind of a bitch,
when you already have the attitude of one.
stop turning me into a miserable you.
how can you be nice to our other friends?
and you only come to me when you're in despair?
your selfishness sickens me.
your hypocrisy is more than i can handle.
if this is what you call fury,
so be it.
you need some lashing anyway.
and for that,
my apologies shall go astray.

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