Sunday, July 5, 2009

Wanted

How I felt terrible?
I could not walk alone
I could not stay longer
In this corner.

I want to laugh hysterically.
It bugs me.
I was like a stray
To be a prey.

Endangered, I was not free
I have to hide
I have to hibernate
Until the winter has gone.

Damn you girls!
You gave me this turmoil.
Now, I must be wide awake,
Or else, they’ll find me blooded.

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