I'm really getting nullified of being asked again and again to prove, to show, to I.... dunno but I'm really getting it to worse and I hate to repeat things.. Why cant they take me as I'm.. if not then there'll surely be a time when I'll stop caring bout it and turn rude.
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In between where is my creativity, my aliveness, my being myselfness, the call of life, HOPE, has vanished ? pessimism is trying to rock over bliss. I'm definitely going away from life. I need to buck up, defy this try of negativism to take control of me. The dying inner flame has to be lit up again and show it a gush of oxygen to roar. I can do it as always I've responded well. And I hate powerlessness, alcoholism, domestic abuse, illiteracy and fear.
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