Thinker Belle

As thoughts grow in time

that black kitten

hate me...because i lied
hate me.. because i have given up
hate me.. because i think it's too tiring

every day, i wake up
dragging my feet
gathering my strength
for this

i know
i should give my all
since it's already written for me
but i can't find it
that little courage
that i have lost somewhere on my way here

there is no such thing
as meaningless thing
even that
i find hard to compromise

i want to run
like a useless coward 
to turn away from this nightmare
that i have created myself

what should it do?
return it to me
i don't want to keep losing my way

it's tiring....

(1:40 am, little kitten)


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