Thursday, December 9, 2010

A comment maybe?

I'm starting to hate this home.
I'm starting to think of running away.
I'm starting to feel that there isn't anything that makes me stay..
Maybe one, my conscience.

Back home, I have to face
my mum's nagging,
my dad's black face,
my sister's irritations.
I am 17 yrs old, yet freedom seems so far away.
I am 17 yrs old, yet my personal space aren't mine.
I am 17 yrs old, yet beatings are still served.

I know I am childish, to think in this way.
But when things are unbearable, I just get more thoughts of it.
I know I shouldn't,
I know I can't.
But I know that if it's really too unbearable..
One day, I will have to bear all the consequences when I make the decision.

I know no one will support me,
and I don't want anyone's.
Just stay out of my business,
and I will be grateful of it.