Single Moms are tough

The CALL

I can hear voices everywhere

A shout of a soul and a kind whisper

I can hear some cry of complain

That strikes like a dagger through my vein

I think I am losing my own voice

Because the crowd has this unknown noise

Pitching is quite difficult to do

If you are blocked by your own ego

I feel anxious with every ring

But I have to answer it while smiling

Soon I will unlock all the clue

and will not mind the things that are blue

The Reality in Fantasy

Every step forward does not promise sunlight

Not all of our decisions are brighter than the sky

Every path has their crooks and rocks

Some roads entitled to have bumps and sands

In a journey to success, happiness maybe impaired

There are things you have to sacrifice but don’t be dismay

In the street of unknown world you will be guided

All you have to do is walk; don’t stop till you reach the end

Sometimes imagining things is easy compared to reality

But in this cruel society you have to do all the possibility

Things may not be as good as you planned it

The most important part is you don’t give up getting it fixed

Wanderer

Tonight the moon is so dark
No light from used to be shiny stars
The cold breeze is hushing
Through the window of Living

Tonight is not like the other night
Birds are confusedly tweeting tight
Wondering where to stay
Sit on this branch or land on a hay

Tonight might be the best
Tonight all my tears may shed
For tonight one heart will start to ponder
Standing on the midst of dim and hoping to be better

Back Stage

My head is filled with words

Yet my tongue stuck in my throat

Feeling like a bird in a cage

Ready to flap with rage

A lot of things happening inside

Loud voices want to shout out

Screaming silently until out of breath

But no one can hear like I am underneath

Tears of pain starting to drop

Lethal smile to cover it up

How many times do I need to die

Before I can bury these lie

Mixed-Up

Sometimes I feel lucky because compared to the children in the street; I don't have to beg for money or food. Every time I see kids walking with their rag clothes I feel fortunate. It doubles the feeling when I pass by and see disabled people trying to make their life normal. I am normal and I don’t have to ask money or food from people. I should feel lucky but why I can’t even feel that?One day, I look myself in the mirror. I looked into my eyes, nose lips, face and body. I ask myself, is this me? Are you happy? Why are you not satisfied? What do you want? I close my eyes and everything in the past flashed back like it all happened yesterday. Mistakes mistakes mistakes..Why does everything seem to be complicated? Is it because of the lines on my palm? Does it because of my zodiac sign? My parents maybe? Friends? Or maybe it’s just me? Do I need to blame anyone or everything is planned?Things like this make me ask more. But maybe I should stop asking and start to find the answers, answers that make it all clear. Why do I exist in this world and what is my purpose.I used to compare myself to street children, but now I feel more unfortunate than them. Why? Maybe because with their situation they get to know who they really are and what are they capable of. They know already their worst situation; all they need is a little chance to make their life comfortable. Do I still have the chance? 

OWN

The pain inside me will never go away

Feeling like my world will go astray

Love slowly fading and ceasing

But apart of my heart still surviving

I know I love you, I really do

But everything seems getting blue

My hand is still gripping

Yet my mind is now withdrawing

Words may not be enough

Everything for you is just a lust

I can feel your empty kiss

Fake hug that I thought I missed

Letting go of what I held for so long

I need to wake up now  and be strong

Starting to see life in different color

Write my own story and be my life's author