Why am I like this?
Whenever I have decided
then comes that evil axe
chopping down my confident
into million pieces unpuzzled

I let my commitment
be detoriated by uninvited individuals
who plan to trap my dreams
into cages of failure

Sometimes I need to spit those words
that can chase them away
that can stop them
that can kill their tongues
but because of the existence of the softened piece of my heart
I swallow my shut up
and all I could do is watch them
and play those words in my mind
like a love song on repeat


© Perceve