we share the same surname.
but receive different treatment?
do they think it's fair?
well, if they think it is. then to me, it has NEVER been so.
why can she get away with a bloody stupid excuse and whatever i say, no one believes me?
because i'm born a liar? i am?
then why do i lie?
for goodness, i don't lie for the sake of lying.
tears are on the verge of flowing but nope, i won't let them flow.
english assignment - 12 compositions.
out of the 12, i don't know how many but definitely more than 6, are just A PACK OF LIES.
why?
simply because i painted a beautiful picture in every piece of work.
people who don't know anything will probably think i have a wonderful family with loving parents.
people who know something will probably think i'm desperate for familial warmth.
i never liked to say, "no one understands how i feel.".
because i know somewhere out there, there's bound to be a bunch of great friends who understand it.
but who can get me out of this living hell?
"oh you have a such a big house. man, you're so rich."
that's what people like to say. how appealing to the ears, isn't it?
and SO WHAT?
no point having a BIG house when all it contains are just EMPTINESS and LONELINESS.
i'd rather have it small and feel the love in it.
but fuck, this is just a desire.
i can only reminisce the happy times in that 3-room flat at bukit batok.
worse, the pictures i can depict in my mind are blurring.
soon, i will forget everything and all that's left is some lingering misery.
if there's such thing called reincarnation, let me be an orphan in my next life.
it's better to not know who my parents are though they may love me than to know who they are when they don't love me as much as i thought they do.
but receive different treatment?
do they think it's fair?
well, if they think it is. then to me, it has NEVER been so.
why can she get away with a bloody stupid excuse and whatever i say, no one believes me?
because i'm born a liar? i am?
then why do i lie?
for goodness, i don't lie for the sake of lying.
tears are on the verge of flowing but nope, i won't let them flow.
english assignment - 12 compositions.
out of the 12, i don't know how many but definitely more than 6, are just A PACK OF LIES.
why?
simply because i painted a beautiful picture in every piece of work.
people who don't know anything will probably think i have a wonderful family with loving parents.
people who know something will probably think i'm desperate for familial warmth.
i never liked to say, "no one understands how i feel.".
because i know somewhere out there, there's bound to be a bunch of great friends who understand it.
but who can get me out of this living hell?
"oh you have a such a big house. man, you're so rich."
that's what people like to say. how appealing to the ears, isn't it?
and SO WHAT?
no point having a BIG house when all it contains are just EMPTINESS and LONELINESS.
i'd rather have it small and feel the love in it.
but fuck, this is just a desire.
i can only reminisce the happy times in that 3-room flat at bukit batok.
worse, the pictures i can depict in my mind are blurring.
soon, i will forget everything and all that's left is some lingering misery.
if there's such thing called reincarnation, let me be an orphan in my next life.
it's better to not know who my parents are though they may love me than to know who they are when they don't love me as much as i thought they do.
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