YOU

Must I be someone else
If I want to be friend
With you?

Shall I transform myself
To a thing you would prefer
An image of your own pompous
Rotten in your conceited feelings.

Just to be with you
In your little world of high and mighty.

I know
You just regard me
As one of yours
Inferior.

Not to be in title
To even walk
With you.

That's me
In those arrogant eyes
Of yours.

Fear not,
Dear friend.
For neither hate,
Or anger
Emerged from
Deep within me.

But pity,
For you are actually
Alone,
In your own world
Of pride.

And you
Shall die alone
In your realm
Of Despair.

CURIOSITY

Sometimes,
When I'm alone,
I wander.

Why do things feel
Like it's out of control,
Whereby you know
You do it right,

But it seem
Like it's not,
Your time to
Pluck the reward,
Yet.

But even more
Distressing
When someone else,
Someone you know,
And everyone know
Of not capable,

To achieve it,
To taste it,
To even touch it,
Is the one who get it.

Is this FAIR?
Tell me,
IS THIS FAIR?

I know you'll just say
That it's the real world,
Not all of our dream,
Our needs and wants
Can be fulfilled.

But will it justified
When you work so hard for it,
Other get it so easily.

Without any sweat.
Without any effort.

Sonnet II

Identical cannot
Be concluded
As the same.

Parallel does not
Constitute straight.

Loud do not
Mean that
There are many.

Big will not
Said that
You are strong.

Tears do not
Make you weak.

Sonnet I

To be or not to be,
You, who shall decide.
Not me,
Nor her,
Neither will them,
And would not be him.

Master of yourself,
Is indeed you.