it struck me one night. that night while i lay in bed. i think about the past, the things which had happened.and i sigh. well, i dun really noe how to start and im not really an expressive type of person but hopefully, this would make ppl hafe a clue.
Why it is called 'i am a red rose' ?.. because that is who i am. i smell nice, i look almost perfect and i am envied by other flowers.roses are liked by people but not loved.because how much you like a rose, u wont be too close because u are scared that u might get a cut from its sharp torns. bees (they) will come to me when i bloom. they will be nice and very generous. some bees come to me once in a while when they are really desperate. some bees are really loyal who stick by me almost everyday. but as nature has it, i don't bloom 4evr. roses have its expiration date, just like choclates.when the storm comes and the hard winds blow, the red rose will lose its perfectness. the red rose will no longer look nice and smell sweet. and at that MOMENT. all the bees will go away finding another rose. some bees do come back once in a while, to suck up the nectar which is left. in the end, the red rose falls from its stem and lays on the ground. no one to even bother to pick it up.poor rose. u only haf urself.
I am just like that rose, ull like the rose but u wont love it. how much the rose tries to get close ,u will run away. ull prefer the sunflower.. ohh gosh why woulnt u. it smells nice and its yellow.its shows that u are cheerful, unlike the red rose which looks serious all the time. i dun like being called 'muke ketat'. i dun like it at all. i dun like it being called 'muke garang'.i dun like it at all. but has anyone ever asked? how i feel? NO!.. BEcause its either they dun care or they not bothered to ask.. and why is that? like i said. ur afraid of getting too close to me because u might get hurt (rose). i think its just a sin to not accept the way GOD has created us. GOd made me this way, and ur taliking about it and making fun of it is just the same as mocking GOD'S creation. I just don't get it.
I try to adapt wif my surroundings, sumtimes i feel that i am faking it. Its not hu i am sumtimes but i haf to do it. and still that is not enuf.. i dun noe wt type of characteristic u need to be eligible to become ur 'bestfren'..it hurts when u try to be there for that person but thats not wt u get in return. im tired of it. i keep talking in my head and it will make me insane. so finally i decided to write it down here. im soo frustrated!i dun have what u want. ergh. i noe u talk behind my back. i noe im not ur first choice for a fren. u din't haf the chance to get to noe me but u judged me in so many ways. sigh.
all i want is to be appreciated and loved.
