PaboSaranghae

You're so concerned on what goes through my mind. The many things I think, that I vision within my mind, that I think about everyday. You want to know what's wrong, but I fail to pin-point the exact reason as to why I'm so upset, so angry, so depressed, so sad. There's so much that contributes to my daily struggles, jumping from typing up a simple poem to drawing a picture that can do my thoughts justice. It's not that simple. I'm not that simple. I'm complex, conflicted, disturbed, hurt, Broken, depraved, terrified, worried, Confused, concerned, obsessed... I type this now and I will sit, Chewing at the skin surrounding my fingers Observin

 in·jus·tice /inˈjəstəs/ noun noun: injustice 1. lack of fairness or justice. "the injustice of the death penalty" Injustice is a word most of us know by definition and is perceived through our own way. According to the English definition, injustice is an act of unfairness or in other words, something that is done wrongfully that one or more does not agree with. Which brings me to my idea of injustice, which everywhere we look, we are surrounded in what I see is wrong, but others falsely claim it to be okay. Take religion for example, there's many types of religions out there—overall, they all lead up to the

You're hurting my feelings, I'd like to cry and release the hurt But for you see, I have forgotten on how to cry. That must sound silly, Though it's the truth. Somewhere along the road, I had decided that crying was a sign of weakness. I refuse to be seen as weak, Especially in your eyes, You mean so much to me, More than you could ever imagine. To look like a fool, Before you is something I see as forbidden. The worst of it all is that I'm hurting over something silly, I don't know if you're ignoring me intentionally. I want to so badly ask you, Or to so desperately find out if I'm nothing more than a nuisance. I want to be your relief,

I don't believe you truly care. Maybe I'm on the path to believing or maybe I'm on the path to madness. Saying I have a pretty face, that's a compliment I hear from everyone. It takes a special someone to look me in the eye and see more than just a pretty face. Being young and beautiful, it's no blessing or gift of mine. It's just what you see, what I see too, and what they all see. It's such a bland remark, I see all these women striving to be called gorgeous and to be called beautiful by strangers, by their loved ones. They put so much useless effort into giving a false representation of who they're not. If only they could understand tha