Treasure Island

Teddy Ang

(22/9/1992)

Intranquility


Life is beautiful, and we're all part of that beauty
Obstacles are plentiful, and difficulties we bear plenty
But sometimes I feel that I'm just unlucky. Sometimes, I envy...
I strive so hard to find happiness that I've forgotten how to be happy

I've reached a stage where I think I'm going crazy
Though I'm back where I belong, my days are still so empty
I'm still the same old me, still battered and lonely
Still searching for that one thing that's been hurting me so badly

I'm trying my best not to be so angry, but my heart is in a frenzy
Frankly, I just want to find out what I've been doing incorrectly
How on earth did I become like this? I mean, I'm only twenty
Life has so much more in store for me, but it's like I've given up already

I need someone to tell it to me directly, but let it out gently
I've become a little too sensitive as a result of my instability
Goosebumps along my arms, waves of bitter chills and insecurity
There is only intranquility until I accept our impossibility

(25th April 2013) - My 120th Poem...

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 01, 2013

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