24 years old.
24 years of loneliness.
I couldn't help but wonder,
will others greet me like I greet them?
will others even think of greeting me
like what I did all night?
sending each and every fucking one
of them who still online?
will my artwork been likes?
will my artwork been seen?
will everything pay off in the end of the day?
I always told myself,
when the day I stand up high,
I will stay as cocky as ever.
I will not pay respect on you,
but I will make you pay respect
on Me.
Merry Christmas and happy new year.
Joseph Yap, 2012.
2 comments:
nice poem. its really deep and touching. reminds me of myself...is that a good thing..?
hmm. I hope it's not a good things cause it's loneliness and it's suffering when you seeing others so happily ever after and you just so alone. xD
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