Touched
Love
And I was touched
A feather light scrape
of its soft claws
At any time, ready to rip
the heart out
of me.
I never imagined
it would return. After all
I have been taught,
and all I have learnt,
seems do me
no good now.
And yet now I
wish to hold on,
And now I don't want
it to go, naught do i
know why
it is so.
Is the happiness
real?
Or is it an emotion
through the ironies
that i can
never feel?
Please do not see
me wrong.
I couldn't ask for more.
But stifled by fear
and by light
I shall
cry.
What do I
want? Happiness
at the borders of sanity.
I cannot bear
this anymore.
I love you
but it has
to stop.
Please, hear me.
Yes, thats Felix Kyros Ang Mao Ler for you, to those at school who see a playful little hyperactive childish immature me.
I do have feelings. I do have a mind, though I doubt its sanity.
To those whom were once shocked by me
Or whom are shocked now.
This is the real me, underneath those layers and layers of thick skin, fake arrogance, sloppiness, tardiness and all those irritating irritating smiles.
And when I actually do smile, you all cannot tell the difference.
I think im going mad...
someone aid me please....
GAH. Curse you humans. Shoo, SHOO.
Get away from me.
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