We’re Not The Same
We’re different people
Left and right, here and there,
fancy cars and houses everywhere.
I feel so empty,
can’t help but envy.
My mind is full,
I don’t know where to rule.
Wondering where to start,
to achieve their stars.
I dug in my head,
to find the answers.
But in the end,
there’s nothing there.
And then I stopped myself,
I realize were not the same.
There are different books in the shelf,
Different stories, titles and aims.
We’re not the same,
that girl in social media,
we’re different lanes.
We’re different people, and different dramas.
I started to see me again,
night walks and strolls.
Listened to drops of the rain,
dedicating myself to my life goals.
Note:
I wrote this as a letter to myself to remind me that I shouldn’t be so intimidated nor so stressed about things I see in social media. I’ve been following this girl I thought I liked so much, but I was wrong. I didn’t really like her, I envy her. I wished I had what she had, and boy that is so wrong. I logged myself off from my soc-meds for a while and started reading books. This made me realize I shouldn’t dwell too much in what I see in media; after all they are all in cameras. I started to walk in the park with my loved ones and stroll the city at night and it made my head clearer. It brought me back to my goals and real world.
— Your Asian Writer —
