broken.

the tears still run silently and my head still hurts.

i'm not a clown who enjoys juggling.
and even so, clowns get appreciated for their entertainment value.

from the moment i made that decision, i took every step to be responsible for it.
passions which i gave up, tears which rolled.
it's alright if you didn't know.
it's alright if you wouldn't lend me your support.
but did you have to twist things under such ugly lights?



i'm totally broken.
and i despise you.
you think just cos i'm barely 18 i don't have my woes?
and just cos i am your younger sister i can't point out your mistake?
i would've seriously walked out of the house and to the police station to press charges against you if you had continued to hit me.



and to my dearest mom, the lady who taught me chinese words and idoms but yet doesn't know the true meaning behind the words that you taught me :


the world has changed can't you see?
do you really need a mirror to see that you're wielding a feather duster to command the army?
and as quoted from Confucius," do not do things which you wouldn't want to be done to you. "
and if you think physical violence would make me submit, you're utterly wrong.
cos i don't bend, at all.
and what's a bruise and a little abrasion as compared to what i am going through silently?




i will be fine.
afterall, time heals all wounds isn't it?