The Girl. My Reflection.
Watching her scratched her head when she fail to attempt the questions that confronted her.
She knows she knew it but somehow it escaped from her.
Panick, her hands proceed to grab her hair.
That girl looks so familar.
Loud she is and so full of expectations for her bleak future.
Always telling me her dream.
Her family, her future husband, her kid(s) and her job.
So full of dreams.
Her innocence, her being so green and naive about the working of the world never fails to amazed me.
Once upon a time, I was like that too.
Sponteneous and so willing.
So willing to face the world and ready for the ups and downs.
Slap on the face, hit from the reality.
I was wrong.
I was too believing.
God knows which Devil turn me to a person I am now.
But I am glad for watever was learnt.
The girl who looks like me.
She doesn't know what she is facing and unaware of the danger she is going to face.
Always giving and never receiving.
Tired, seek freedom as solitude.
Always a listening to people but who wants to listen to her?
People who she regards as besties had always failed her when she needs them.
Afraid.
Afraid to regards anyone as besties anymore.
The hurt, the pain, is more painful than losing her favourite dog.
Trying to be someonw she never will be.
To be smart, to be pretty and be accepted.
Is she crying behind the jovial character?
She laughed because she is really happy?
She will one day soak her pillow with the woes and burdens that people had entrusted to her.
She will love walking in the rain, was it the tears u saw or just the rain drops?
That girl, my reflection.
I see myself in her.
