Tuesday, August 23, 2005 @10:30 PM
You talk as if you are someone.
But you're merely a no one.
Even in the past you've thrown out your accomplishments as if it meant something to the masses.
Too bad it went in one ear and left the other.
You write so well.
Yet it's all lost in your insecurities.
Are you scared?
Say it.
I'm listening.
Why can't you tell it to my face?
You thrive off the compliments and adoration young innocents throw at you, unaware of the truth.
Afraid of your stance in the world we call Earth, you live on the planet we call Internet.
True life is outside of your computer screen.
You will always be that same person.
Getting up from the computer, it doesn't change you.
You're still you.
Acceptance.
That is all you need.
An ability to write does not change the fact that your physical appearances are below mediocre.
To be able to use large words, to express oneself rhythmically onto paper, does not mean you are smart enough to go Stanford.
Hiding behind a different username trying to be someone more accepted, new, someone untainted does not change that you are still you.
I used to wonder how your writing was so beautiful, yet you as a person was so repulsive.
But now I know.
How could it not be so wonderful?
It had to be.
Because it was your life.
It still is your life.
Living in a world of fiction.
You know inside and out.
Therefore you are great at it.
I must agree.
You are marvelous.
But that doesn't mean you have changed.
You still look the same.
You still act the same.
Most of all.
You still live in a world of fiction.
When will you face reality?
Before telling strangers you don't know to grow up, why don't you do the same for yourself.
Then maybe, just maybe…
People may take you seriously.
And it'll no longer be fiction.
Until then.
Enjoy your fiction.
I'll enjoy reality.
I live in the world of fiction and my parents hate it. haha. i was putting myself in their shoes and writing this poem. like right now, i can be reading my econs package. but. no. i chose to be on the net, blogging. of cos i like reality too, but sometimes reality is harsh. so brutal that you just wish reality is a nightmare. maybe it's a bit exaggerated, but i can't live without fiction. all my fanfics, novels, (recent obsession) manga are my refuge. You need a comic relief after loong hours in school. lots of people play computer games.. that's like living in your dreams. maybe history has done me bad. you read about the evil plans of every presidency. the conspiracy behind every policy/strategy. the stupidity of some presidents, in particular the Soviet Union. the exploitation of the colonial powers (SEA lectures.. i wasn't sleeping). humans are just so evil. i just had this convo with glin about this comment "don't let dreams be dreams". i thought it was pretty meaningful but he thought otherwise. glin, i am still keeping to my point of view.