Writing..

Writing whatever tht pops up in my mind

right now

is actually harder than i thought..

I lied. I lied to myself.

A lot of time.

yet im not happy

with the lies i made up..

i Should be happy right?

Because i made up lies to lie to myself.

Yet im not.

And actually, deep down

i care a

Lot

I lost the old me

I am not what i am now

It's jus a big fat lie

Which i despise it a lot.

I became the person which i no longer

Like

Daddy, where are you?

I recalled the sweet , decent memories

of me holding daddy's hand

walking to the amusement park

His hand was all big n sweaty

But somehow

i felt the warm & safe

within his hand

I would hav cotton caddy in my another hand

I would skip n walk with

Delight

I wonder wher did all the sweet

decent memories go

To the well?

Where nobody could reach it?

I

Doubt

Where's my old-self again?

I'm wearing a mask ,

disguises to cover what i am

Im afraid tht i would

forgot to put it on

the another day

I wore it jus so i could feel fit in.

How

Pathetic

Love u to the last

Lots of Love,

I dunno who i am right now.

Kris Allen oOo To make you feel my love