in the death of
my naïveté
i felt alive
---reborn
no one ever taught me to be mean
i believe no one told you that too
so why should you?
i cannot control the flowing of my sadness
i know that i am already a teenager
i don't need your reminders
but what if i am still a baby in heart?
i don't want you to lock up
all of my wonderful emotions
in a cage
now i don't want to say
i expect you to do
what i wanted
i don't dream
i don't wish
maybe i am jaded
the reasons are them
i want to apologize
to all the people i have called mean
you were nothing
compared to them
i did not volunteer to
record the ugliness of the world
it's you
who forced me into writing
the unseen
the coldness
and the reality
---thank you