This Is What I Wrote.

As I've said in my previous posts and poems, last summer was nice. I found missing parts of the puzzles that I'm trying to build.  If I was to give a title to it, it would be "Search". Haha. I sort of know that its cliche to say that you found yourself at such a young age. But I didn't, really. I guess I found bits of who I want to be. And so I found this poem that I wrote and remembered again why I set such goals for myself. Here it goes.

Real

And then she said it

I realized my life isn't perfect anymore

I don't get the simplest happiness

Just the tearing pain of being alone and abandoned

That's what I realized

I glanced upon what's in front of me

I realized that maybe my life was destined to be this

Realizing that, I confided all my blurry thoughts

It all came to one conclusion

I have found contentment in my fragile human heart.