Untitled Poem by zheung kyuhkoh

there are just things that others won't understand,
things that you, yourself can only comprehend.
why don't they understand you?
to whom did they put their trust to?

you thought they trust you, but what happened?
things became strange & now you're already dead.
how hard is it to stand up again?
when you're alone and left no more energy to gain?

it's just hurting you a lot,
felt like they're kicking you too hard,
feeling dead, feeling down, feeling so hurt to be pushed around
what to do now, torn and been thrown to the ground?

who you are to stand up against therm?
when you're just one of their burden?
you'll never know what to do unless you face them,
no one else but them, but the question is WHEN?

when will you have the strength to fight for yourself?
when will be he time to wake up and stand up for what you deserve?
will it be now? later? tomorrow? or someday?
hope it will be soon enough, for you yo be able to fly away.