Let me, be me.

I heard the voices in my head,
"You are a loser," they said.
No one around me is aware
That there is more than what I am.

All the glitches in society
Making me fall into a category.
"Stop this! Leave me alone!"
Yet, I don't want to be unknown.

Deep inside, I'm afraid.
Who are they?
The ones that decide,
Where I stay. What I wear.

Wear my shoes someday,
Then you will be more aware!
What you make me feel like,
What I am made.

Hardships are under statements.
All you did was erase,
Me and my identity;
Who I really wanted to be.

I have protected myself
In this beautiful shell,
Let me fly, let me sway.
Let me, be me. Today.

Who Am I? [Final Volume]

Not Perfect.

Took the wrong path,

Once or twice.

Had no faith in myself,

Until tonight.

Can't stand the pressure,

Can't hold back these tears.

Been stepped on,

Too many times before.

The shrill of the society,

The judge mental eyes that surround me.

What did I do wrong?

What you say is right, 

might be wrong for me.

What you want me to say, 

when I don't believe in me.

I have no identity, 

tired of who you want me to be.

My days,

Are different from yours.

Lets accept and lock these doors.

Afraid to be who I am,

Aiming to be who I am not. 

Hold me before I drown,

In this disgusting lust.

Sorry I can't be someone else.

I am not perfect, let me go.

"Who Am I?" 

You must know!

Who Am I? [Vol. 3]

A young girl of only 18,
Gorgeous eyes which lit with fire.
A dominating nature,
And the grace of a ballerina.
She stood there, still.
She does not believe in herself,
Insecurities wrapping her in his arms.
She cannot escape,
To see her reflection.
She had the world's best smile,
A caring nature and a sharp mouth,
All she needed was a push.
She needed someone to tell her she was perfect,
Someone to hold her hand in the darkest nights;
Someone to love her inside out.
All she needed was appreciation,
Someone had to answer to her doubt;
"Who Am I?"

The World Is A Theatrical Circus

The world is a stage, men merely players.
They ought to seek happiness,
But get caught up.
Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;
Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The light shines,
The Show begins.
Every new chapter,
With a different ending.

Every move counted,
To fulfill selfless needs.
Every move donated,
To the charity of deeds.

Principles,
last not than just a day.
Rules,
change as men mend their ways.
Rights,
are snatched when they change.
Virtues,
no longer stand.

The darkness arises,

Within ourselves.

Every new chapter, 

With a different ending.

Every move counted,

To fulfill selfish needs.

Every move donated,

To the death and plead.

The world is a stage, men merely players.

They ought to seek happiness,

But get caught up.

Lust. Anger. Greed. Jealousy;

Turn us into beings we do not want to be.

The Brutal Truth.

I have to defend myself from this brutal truth.
I blame the people in this world, I blame the guilt inside me for falling under the pressure.
Everything is so complicated, absolutely political.
We live in the world where "humanity" does not exist.
A world shredded into the slavery of power and money.
Everything revolves around it, blinds our mind and heart to follow without understanding the path.
The ugly truth lies, not behind the bars but in our heart and principles. The ones we learn and destroy.
Where believing equals to destruction and surrendering equals to reward.
Where the justice lies in ones who follows his power but not his words.
The world that taught us; lies can bring food and shelter. But the truth leads to death.
The power remain uphold leading to one innocent child being raped and thousands of children shot dead.
Oh! The misery that fell upon this world. How we have ashamed our real father. How we ashamed our own ego.
Cry out, only the tears of these "power" will bring justice to her.

Who Am I? [Vol. 2]

The mirror reflected an image.
Is that really me? Is that who I am suppose to be?
Scars running down her face, into her heart.
She was not the same anymore, something had changed.
Was it for good or bad, no one knew... not even herself.
Everywhere she looked, she saw her bloodshed
Every field she walked by was no less
No shoulders to rest on, no tears to shed.
Just a long, windy pathway ahead.
Who am I? She asked herself.
No one answered but just the bloodshed.

Who Am I? [Vol.1]

“Who am I?” she asked herself the thousand and first time.

She had never been so fragile in her life, well, at least that is what she convinced herself.

She did not have the courage and will to fight herself anymore.

There were so many boundaries that laid before her,

She did not dare cross them,

The scars that she gets from leaping from one end to another.

The scars that were never healed, leaving the stingy mark of her.

She wanted to let of go of all her memories, but it wasn’t enough.

The scar was not on her skin! It was on her soul, so deep and fatal that she could not live anymore.

She could live, but only by the supervision of the rules that bound her. She had to let go of her free half and caged herself just to please the ones around her.

She knew that life was nothing but brutal, but was it wrong to expect even a little from it? All she ever asked for was acceptance.

The world would not accept her, unless she embraced herself for the who she is. She did not believe in herself and neither did the world.

Her life had been sacrificed, haunted and liberated from the powerful angel of happiness.

 All that she was left with was an open book, filled with just rotten memory..