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Beautiful people has something
in their grasps that I always wanted.
Fortunate girls without the burden
of being called foreign by family.
Don’t ask me why I’m alone
every Tuesday night
or why I don’t window shop
whenever I feel lonely.
I’d rather be like Anne Boleyn.
Carefree and ahead of her times.
But beautiful people has something
everyone wanted to have.
I just want a fate that makes me
bigger than I am now.
Scary things that make us human.
But I’m building a bigger castle,
for me as a shelter from all the ruthless
games people play with me as the pawn.
I’ve got pride but that’s what killed me.
I don’t want to live like everyday
is a fight to survive a battle.
Beautiful people can say things
they want to say but it never takes a toll
on their livelihood.
But I’m not one of them.
Because whatever I say,
it comes around to haunt me.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want something
to burn me alive
like the things burning
every moment I have alone.