Authenticity reader. Book reviewer. Content writer.
Happy first day of summer.
Yeah right. More like:
Happy needing to exercise yet never wanting to.
Happy telling yourself every day you’ll spend more time blogging.
Happy trying to read until your tears and sweat fall onto the pages.
Happy hibernating in your own home because it’s too hot to leave the house.
Happy writing an atrocious amount of words even though you don’t have people to see or places to be.
Write about one profound experience that has changed your life which involves doing something for someone else.
Thank you MP Sharma for the challenge. It’s a challenge because I don’t usually do anything for anybody. Haha just kidding.
Before I continue, I need to say sorry I was so late on everything. I blame time zone differences, horrible timing, and my flawed self. I will apologize profusely for the rest of my life if you want. Please don’t hate me forever.
On a serious note, she’s the epitome of perfection. Even her most embarrassing moment is perfect. Follow her blog, read her posts, and stalk her. Okay maybe not the latter.
I don’t know if this is supposed to be an award, but I’ll open it up as a prompt instead. My hobby is breaking rules.
Here we go.
A friend of mine was upset. I don’t blame her. Pressure. Problems. People.
She started tearing up at school so I accompanied her to the restroom. Now I’m not someone who’s good with tears. I cry a lot. But I can’t deal with other people crying. I have no idea how to make anybody feel better.
Trying to calm her down was a challenge for me because I was grasping for words and struggling to say the right thing.
It was an eye-opening experience. I’d even say it was a profound one because a handful of people have had the honour of trying to make me feel better. Now I know what it’s like to be the one doing the comforting instead of the one being comforted. This is probably a life skill I need to acquire.
Well I did joke about not doing anything for anybody. It’s true; I’m selfish like that.
The asterisks are there to help clarify where every stanza ends and begins. Enjoy!
You’ll never know how alone she felt
In her room with no way out
You’ll never see the tears she cries
In this world where everyone lies
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She is sick and tired of screaming
Torn apart from endless nights crying
She would do anything to trade her life
To forget about cutting herself with a knife
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She clung on to find something more
You don’t know about the masks she wore
To hide from reality, from herself
From everybody, everyone else
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You’ll never know about her pain
Especially when she’s labelled insane
She held on to a string of hope
And survived walking on a tightrope
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When life or death is a second away
Will she live another day?
Everyone thinks she is okay
Until she proclaims there is no other way
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You’ll never know how alone she felt
In her room with no way out
You’ll never see the tears she cries
In this world where everyone lies
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You’ll never see what she tries to hide
see what she tries to hide
she tries to hide
to hide
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This is a poem I wrote for my English class and the topic is incredibly personal to me. Still I’d love to hear your feedback on it.
Herminia Chow 