All my life I was told...
My puny existence so rejected
As my life's story unfold
I feel more and more dejected
This is me, I always say
Small, inferior, full of unimportance
Dead at night, dull by day
You can point out this sad little girl in an instance
As I head for the ruins with no one to blame
No one full of heart I can find
I see life like a dying flame
And I have accepted, the fault is all mine
This is me and the way my life story goes
Chancing upon destructions
I'm forced to believe in my foes
No friends... no companions
Am I never loved, am I never wanted?
This not the life I had hope for
But I am holding on to the things I deem sacred -
My sanity, more clearer than ever before
This is me, I guess
Though unloved and bereath of compassion
But I shall give the turmoil a rest
I will live whatever is left of my life with more appreciation
This is me...
In my most vulnerable condition
In an unfavourable situation
But full of ease
And definitely in peace
=The Unintended=
circa 2006
