Sunday, January 4, 2009
11:17 PM
maybe I was not well brought up.
And I know I have no manners.And I know I have no respect for the elderly
And I know I do injustice to MankindAnd I know I hate this.
And I know I want everything to be perfect
And I know Some God once said "what you're going through, is for a reason"But I know no reason.And I cannot figure it out.I know it may be such on the surfaceBut I ain't sure of the intention
And i know I'm gonna get my retribution some day.And i Know and I Know, but do you?Do you know of my achievements?Do you know of the moments when I displayed moral courage?Do you know of the times where I erupted with Joy and Laughter
Do you know of the times when I was compassionate?
Do you know that I care?Do you know that I respect?Do you know my dreams?Do you know how I've planned my life.Do you know that I actually ampathise?Do you know that I love my friends?Do you know that I feel empty at times.Do you know that I'm like Metapod- waiting for the correct moment, @ lvl 10, where I can evolved into Butterfree? But do you also know that that's the hardest, because, just like Metapod, Harden is the only skill. Urgh.
