Haunted

Bound under a revolving pain Holding up my chin to prove am happy, swirling up inside my own shell haunted by the same feelings I held dear Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice I gasp under my hair, Holding back droplets of tears that I wish could just fall and set me free. I disappoint my own self, with every drop of tears, now an ocean. With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy One I will never rid myself of And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions. The rain indeed hides tears, The hours I wish they could just run freely And comfort me. I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that disrespect my feelings? So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!