The Girl with the Goalden Boot

Monday, August 18, 2003

 

Nobody gets me.
Nobody knows me.
Nobody understands.
Nobody cares.

I can't speak.
I can't write.
I can't be honest.
I can only lie.

Like communism.
Like praises for dictators.
You reveal how you feel,
you'll be convicted,
guilty.

I feel lonely.
I feel trapped.
I feel sad.
I feel scared.

I should just
leave
become oblivious
disappear
hide behind a mask
be abducted by aliens
be someone else
walk away
keep to myself...

And most of all,
keep quiet,
a.k.a. shut up.

You know how there are walking disasters? Perhaps I'm a talking disaster. No, typing disaster. I type, someone cries. I cry, no one hears. Misunderstandings escalate.

"My best friends are still the ones I made in secondary school..." I used to disagree with this quote, but now I reassess it.

C'est la vie – c'est penible!

Lola Nadal 10:05 PM