How will you know if things'll ever goes
wrong?
How will I know?

...

I try to do things to a tee. Chasing the never will be obtained perfection.

They see my flaws.

Seeking for them, if I may exposé it. Saying, those flaws are making me trash, by their synical of what-so-called as concern.

They see me sparkling like a shooting star.

Beautiful and breathtakingly admirable.

But they actually,in fact laugh for they know, the shooting star sparks when it's already dead.

I am not dying whenever I am not living. They fancy it that way.

They treat me like they know me for real. They don't know, I know what they "know" about me.

I'm spoilt. I'm cocky. I'm sly. I'm a player.

Till bit by bit , my efforts to push away their speculations and judgements retrogressive-ly goes in vain.

I'm alone.

Lost in their expectations to make me perfect and flawless.

Their words, each is like a rule and order that I have to obey like a loyal bitch.

SHOULD I BE JUST IN THE WAY I AM? WHO AM I, THAT I SHOULD JUST BE IN THE WAY?

Their gazes, shone total judgements. Putting me in mental court where which, I'm the accused with no attorney but me, myself.

They're the judges.

They're the prosecutors, the jurors.

The audience are my feelings.

The feelings that can't speak up to detest the court's results. The trial goes on and on and on forever without a single break.

And I'll just stay as the accused .

Hopelessly trapped.

...
Dear readers,
My Slice of Memories is published. I have not much to say. So, happy reading~~.
Just hoping for the best to come to me.
SATURDAY,DECEMBER 16, 12:47 A.M.