Turning Bad
My mind is set on one thing everyday.
A voice in my head says do not let it stay.
I think about it everywhere.
It appears here and there.
Sometimes I think that I am going crazy.
I try to compare myself to a daisy,
the flower that does not sleep at night.
Everyone keeps on telling me that my future
is bright,
but I wonder if they are all wrong or right.
This though cannot disappear in my head
and I just cannot ignore the words that had been said.
This thought is taking up every space in my mind.
I just cannot help it to wonder why some people
are so blind,
that they cannot see the truth.
I can no longer grow any roots.
I can no longer shine like a star.
I am tired of everyone praising me.
I regret pretending that there is nothing
wrong with me that others could not see.
I wish that I can be as hard as the
trunk of a tree,
but even that can be cut down.
I am falling to the ground.
A fake smile on my face does not express
what I have been through for the past days.
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