My Game - Poem by Alan Tan
The day is sunny and the unruffled is in me!
Joyful is my name and coolness is my game,
The water is calm and I'm in command,
For that I don't need anyone?
Don't believe me.
I found a fish,
It lends its face,
A nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me play.
I need acceptence,
From a wall I saw, which was prison made,
A barriers that I so painstakingly want to liberate,
No, I can't assure myself that.
I'm afraid everything will follow by,
Their laugh would kill,
Their glance would fright,
For the time I fight.
I just want to play this game,
To let my pride be on front,
And life after that.
I'm confuse, by myself and your back,
I dislike the game I'm playing,
I like to be the genuine me,
But something is lacking from it,
Who's got to help me?
You reached there,
I seemed to pause the game.
You waved at me infront of my blank stare,
Thanks for each time you're kind and gentle, and nice.
Thanks for each time you tried to understand because you really care.
I want you to know how important you are,
But I've not lived enough of that,
Now I just have to get back to my game.
No, I don't have.
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