不属于我
拽步，
拖着不属于我的身体，
有着无数的不愿。
固执的手，
已完全不接受头脑的独裁。
关节在喊救命，
脖子磨出了青锈，
卡着了。
微笑走过的轨道，
被烦恼覆盖，
让快乐迷了路。
工作，
责任，
耗尽了我。
寻觅着你，
你，
又在何方？
拖着不属于我的身体，
有着无数的不愿。
固执的手，
已完全不接受头脑的独裁。
关节在喊救命，
脖子磨出了青锈，
卡着了。
微笑走过的轨道，
被烦恼覆盖，
让快乐迷了路。
工作，
责任，
耗尽了我。
寻觅着你，
你，
又在何方？
That Sea Raging in Me
Even as I'm writing this, I am so tempted to pretend everything is alright going on in me. As this may be read by people, a great part of me wants to pretend that everything is going alright. But if I am to be real, I need to stop pretending that I am okay with all that comes crashing on me. I think I've been told so many times that I should keep my anger and pride in check, I begin to believe that I have no right to feel angry. I must put up the kind, compassionate, gentle side of me even when within me, my anger rages. I'm supposed to swallow all the "unloading" people give me. Why does it feel like I am constantly the one who is at fault: that I'm not gentle enough, not respectful enough, not humble enough, not wise enough, not compassionate enough? That I must be gentle, be wise, be respectful, even when I am accused, wronged and misunderstood? Why? Do I have no right to express the first emotion that comes to me? Do I have no right to be hap...
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