Thursday, February 16, 2006


i stand, i sit, i walk in a crowd

nothing weird, all seemed normal

but in reality i am alone

i can no longer pretend

i speak just to comfort myself

i laugh just to amuse myself

i cry my heart out

thats the only way i could ease the pain

they look but they dont see

they hear but they cant listen

they speak but they do not tell

they know but they prefer to ignore

why am i paying this for?

for not being as pretty as balqis

for not being as clever as aisyah

for not being as brave as sumaiyyah


sometimes, it is so beautiful

other time, and most of the time...

it is killing me..softly....

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