Something when compared, there will never be finnaly. Which is more than that, which is more than this. Sometimes I wannabe her, with everything hers. Sometimes I'm not confident with what I have, I want more, more and more. Sometimes Ain't ready for all, esepecially reality. Sometimes it turns into a hideous monster, but in later it turns into the most beautiful thing. Sometimes I'm not ready for standing up during the storm, and hold on tight untill hurricane passed. Sometimes I'm not ready for watch the most scary movies. Sometimes I'm disappointed with myself, with everything I do..... that's all make me fool. I always say'if'and 'sometimes', I hate someone who said that I'm useless. But Should I do? with my big anger?-not. Keep calm and beat them, with common sense don't anger! But I'm tired of tears, I'm too weak...may be they're think I'm dumb n fool. Think! I'm not perfect, I just God's limited edition.
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