Instead of finding an escalator,
I chose to become my own ladder.
I don’t owe anyone, anything.
I don’t mind giving credits,
I just don’t “have” to.
I have made it on my own.
Not many people can say that without blinking.
I continue to survive,
Rather quite well for myself,
Without any sugar-coat, looks, money or power, or, whatever that the spineless humans fall for..
I will continue to believe in KARMA.
Every day she would shed little pieces of her personality,
Every day she would abandon a part of her unique self,
Every day she died, just a little.
Surrounded herself with the people, she could care less about.
For the ghosts of the past would come haunting, whenever she was alone.
She, who would love to ponder, now hated the self-talk.
She, who loved the solitude, now can’t dare to stay back.
Lost somewhere behind those glasses,
Amidst those line of codes,
She was nowhere to find…
Day by day, piece by piece,
She was gone has been gone for a while now…