I am a supporter and will always be.

I will not rise for myself, however rise for others.
I had supported you through mountain rocks.
And created paths for you to reach the tip.

However, unfortunately for me to believe in dreams.
And that you had thrown me when I am not needed.
Stepped and stabbed me without me realising.
Of eating mud and spoils.

Only until I realise how foolish I was.
Crawling and struggling, I screamed and cried.
Until one day, lights bathed upon me.
Holding me tight and never let go.

Thus, I finally smiled and laughed from within my heart.
Unto believing that these are the people to hold dear.
And that is I had wasted my love onto the wrong person.
As told by the elders a length years ago.

Mark my word, your reign has ended.

I shall make sure people around me rise even higher than you.

And a marvellous reign shall belong to those people.

Until then, I shall watch you crumble by yourself.

Only until then, I shall believe that you had lost everything.

And that is only when I can accept the real you.
However, your ego might have swallowed you whole by then.
And your hand may not able to reach mine.

Therefore, all I could do is to watch your selfishness swept you away.

Pizz pizza.

I'm wondering when will you come here.

Oh, pizz pizza.

I saw lots of your buddies eaten by others.

I'm wondering if it's not too late.

Is it okay if I asked you to be served with extra cheese.

Thinking how good you'll taste like.

I'd probably lost in heaven for awhile.

Oh, pizz pizza.

Why are you so late?
My stomach is growling and meowing.
When will you come to me?

Oh, dear pizz pizza.

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

There was one day.
A sudden unknown text came in.
Saying you were my friend's sibling.
I don't recognize such a person.

You texted me every day.
You texted me every night.
You asked me about me.
You asked me out.

But I don't even know you.
I tried ignoring you.
I don't want to get involved.
With a stranger I never met.

When I said I'm not allowed to leave my house.
You texted me a disappointed text.
You accused me of not what you thought I was.
You accused me of being arrogant.

But it was true.
It was true my dad never allowed me to.
He told me to stay home.
And never meet a stranger.

But you got angry.
You scolded me.
In reality.
I never wanted to know you.

Why was I scolded?
For what you did.
I merely saying what was truth.
But it was a relief that I did.

You stopped texting me.
You went off just like that.
Thinking that I would apologize.
Thinking that I would text you.

But no.
I never even want to text you.
Why should I do that?
I didn't even know you.

I am sorry that I am not like.
What you thought who I was.
I am who I am and so.
I prefer becoming myself.

If you dislike it.
Don't force me to.
Don't scold me.
I am not the one who started it.

I'm still mad.
That there was a person.
Stupid enough to want something.
But blame others for what is not.

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In that dark suit.
I almost thought he was a splendid candidate.
Thinking he could rule the world even on the hardest path.
I wonder if people will accept him.
To bring this world to a better peace.
To a better life.

The countdown hit the time.
A more challenging thing is coming.
Twisting this stomach in unexpected way.
Hands shiver as if there was no way to run.

Offing everything you can see.
Stood away from everything you can touch.
The moment is coming closer.
No! It is finally there.

What is this sensation driving into?
Shivers and cold sweats wrapping self.
Oh! Is this madness?
Or is it just an excitement?

Running away and running away.
I stood there watching from afar.
Thinking how long would this pass.
Oh! Give me mercy, please, give me mercy.

Listening to the clock tick a tock.
Is it the right time now?
Is it not or would it be?
Slowly my hands reaching for it.
Hoping for mercy, thinking for strategy.

Walking down the path.
Only thinking of possibilities.
Tagging people you may know.
How far can this be.

Crossing the bridge.
Touching the liquid air.
This should be a good day.
It has to be.

Reaching into destination.
Seeing the entrance.
This feelings of excitement.
Please open the door.

Seeing the crowd.
All being a fantasy.
Colourful view.
Screaming in excitement.

A white ride near the entrance.
They crowd trying to surround it.
And so do I.
And so do my companions.

Diverting my attention.
Looking around.
Found some miniature.
What is this awesome-ness?

This day could never go wrong.
Everything is so fun.
Sticking together with my companions.
Enjoying the day together.

How long will we stay this way.
I wouldn't want to leave.
If only the feet won't sour.
We'd stay enjoying til' night.

Morning sun shine unto the skin.
Eyelid expanse it's muscles.
Feeling the salty breeze.
Passing through spaces between me.
The moment I touched the sand.
I felt this sensation of longing-ness.

When was the last time I felt so much peace?
When was the last time I felt this nostalgia?
Reality suddenly collapse into the abyss.
Leaving me yearning for serenity.

The wind blows as if it's calling for me.
The sand captivates me as if it's engulfing me.
Please let me follow you.
I wanted to be part of this tranquil moment.

Oily hands, oily fingers.
Smells like chillies.
Making me crave for another dish.

Heart racing wildly.
I looked at the time back and forth.
Neither wanting nor waiting.
Neither entirely scared nor calm.
Thinking for the next move.
And possibilities that might occur.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
Brainwashing myself to make sure things goes right.
Will it go wrong?
Even so, there're always hopes out there.
God will always be there.
But still.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
It will go away in a while.
Right?
This is simply torturing.
But exciting at the same time.
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes years of my life.
Oh calm myself down.
They're just potatoes.
Aren't they?
Potatoes. Potatoes. POTATOES.
There goes the time comes.

Droplets of tears on the eyelashes.
Soring pain in the eyes.
Trying to figure out what is right and what is wrong.
Even when tears streaming down continuously.

Sweet time.
Swayed motion.
Fan breeze.
Enchanted melody.
Dull night.

Seeing the light illuminate on my right.
I felt a nauseatic sensation emerging in me.
It toxicate me little by little.
Making me feel like I should start dancing and running.

Can't pretend I didn't know.
Walking down a straight path.
Looking out the window.
Just to make sure I was right.

Maybe I should just jump down.
To face it off.
Containing this anger in my fist.
Will it even prove anything?

Look at you.
Pretending to be clueless as ever.
This window pane might not hold much longer.
I should burst it all out.

Do you believe you could run away.
This world doesn't filled with flowers.
Especially not me.
This opportunity that I must not let go.
I shall grab it now.

Aroma of a tea flared the room.
While warm drinks filled my tummy.

Could not think of anything else other than my work.
Which always ending me up with utter silence.

Morning clock ticking like it never does.
Feeling as if something is pressing my chest.

Making me writhing in pain.

Listening back to the rhythm coming from the headphone.
Telling me not to give up.

Chanting to me all the possibilities.

My head dancing with it.

Pulling me out of the darkness that I was falling into.

Jumping through the miraculous world.

Reaching out to the future.

My skin cracked and became pale.
I don't know how many days have I stuck in my room.
Crawling from bed to chair.
Also vice versa.
It was hard enough for me to deal with this illness.
Then there were works piling up.
Every day I tried my best to finish them.
Chasing the dateline.

I'm totally in a mist.
I wish friendship last forever, but it never does.
Even so, I've retired from being obsessive.
But becoming the opposite is torturing me.
Waiting and watching...
Waiting for people to come and bring me along.