To
the night that eluded my sleep
And
the conscious minds that won’t let me slip
Hauling
me across wakefulness
And
I dawdle to fret
For
things better unthinking of
I
long for ignorance
Not
a pool of remembrance
When
void dream embrace me
Sanctuary
in welcoming blackness
Lost
in the abyss
peace already sliding away
Only
chaos
Turbulence
of sore emotion
I
just step in and ripped a part
Shattered
to my very core
:: This is not me, only a
shell of me
nest
Like you always did
Never fight back
Never try
Never live the life
But if you stay like this, you are as stupid as they are.
Gosh, sometimes I think you are not a man at all, only a
shell of life.
When you will be able to be strong enough?
I hate weak people.
Not fragile, just weak. Not physically weak, but mentally
and physiology weak. Those who do not have a clue about their life. Who can not
think (or even act) for their own sake. Who can not decide the course of their
own life. Who whine to the rest of the world because they can not get what they
want to, but they never fight for it. Who too childish to ever grow up, or even
refused to grow up because they can not handle the pressure. Who dependant to
other people to make them feel happy. Weak....is weak....when they always say I
can’t do it, while the true meaning is I won’t do it. There’s a huge gap
between can’t and won’t, don’t you think?
They make me want to throw them to the nearest cliff. Punch
some sense to their brain. Dose a certain amount of reality to their dreaming
state. They just annoy me. They just make me irritated. Please, life is so
hard, and cruel. If you never be able to stand on your own feet, how the hell
you can support yourself, even less your family? Be strong, for God's sake.
Stop complaining. Stop thinking. Stop talking. It is time to ACT.
I hate weak people; especially those who don’t want to take any risk at all.
When you don’t take a risk, you don’t sacrifice a thing. You want other people
around you to look upon you. To take you in their wings and coddle you. To give
you everything you want but you never give them in the same degree. To be love
but you never love them as they want to, only as YOU want to be loved. You
never…ever take a necessary risk to breach the bridge. You want them to see you
but you don’t want to see them back.
Because you feel that the world already did injustice to
you. You feel that you are a martyr, while the true is you are a coward. How
come you say that you are always suffering from the world, while you never
figure the way to be happy, to at least peek from your bloody comfort zone. You
just enjoy all the attention you get from your victim state, disguised with all
the crap about let-us-pace-our-own-path-in-our-own-time. Hell, it is just an
excuse to be understandable, to be fussed around, to stay in your childish
form.
But those tricks won’t be work against me ever again. Look
what happen when I struck you. You just retreat to your chamber and sulking.
Don’t you ever thinking to stay and fight if you think everything that I hurled
to you it is not true? You are not a peace seeking who avoid conflict, but you
only too afraid to face the truth. You are too afraid to be hurt, while you are
hurting other people who care about you with your withdrawal from the world. You are just too weak.
I am a complainer. So let me complain about you.
I am a meddlesome woman. So I can meddle your life.
And
you let me to be rude to you.
Because you are too weak to defend yourself. If you do not agree, just come and
fight me.
But I bet you can not do it.
I am a warrior who always sees the world as a battle
field,
while you are a daydreamer, who chooses to stay in the cocoon of unreality
world.
Dream will always be a dream, without a warrior to carry it and make it come
true.
