2017 – 04 – 18
To day in my speaking class, when my friend is talking on the stage, my teacher told me why I was so sad and asked me to say something. Why I was so sad? I was not sad. It’s my true face, my normal face, and I wonder why anyone looked at it and asked me why I was so sad.
I find it somehow better when I attend to the class today, but, do I feel this too after I left the class? No, actually no. I saw my friend’s performance and started to be jealous. What happened to me right now? Am I too bad to do anything? Or I did not raise my hand and made a good performance like her?
Am I?
I stare at my reflection in the mirror
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
Brushing my hair-do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
Maybe, I don't have enough disability to say that...
Càng ngày càng tệ hại, Honda.
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