Wish that i have wings,
Strong enough to fly away from these unwanted mess,
People may call it problems,
But i prefer to call it burdens,
Because it always never leaves me alone.
Anger and madness within myself,
Hope that i have strength to deal with it,
Layer by layer it covers my head,
I'm sure and confident that it gonna explodes one day.
Love to ask me to do this, do that,
Keep on pushing me to my hardest point,
Just because i'm didn't talk much,
Doesn't mean that i've no feeling.
Hoping that this bird will fly far away,
Try to get his own life,
Without depending on the old nest,
That might be able to make him die.
ambun2011
p/s: Little bird is very sad...
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