At the age twenties…I’m still nothing.
I got nothing,
I have nothing.
Dreams…. It’s just words.
I don’t have it.
I want to change,
To become someone who has ‘something’ that I can proud of.
But, I’m scared.
Fear. Confuse. Jealous.
Feeding inside me. But I try to fight back.
Not knowing myself.
Which one is the ‘real’ me? …
I only see my weakness.
And it stops me from trying to be ‘myself’.
I’m scared, each time I imagine myself in the future. I only see myself as a failure.
I wonder if I could survive in this societies.
I always thought… If I disappointed my parents. All my friends are leaving, moving further to their’s dreams.
While, I’m still stuck.
At my own, unmoving hourglass.
I wish I could break it and set myself free.
Fear nothing, and moving forward.