Poem Of Life

When a women I call my mom born me into this world,
that beautiful thing greet me softly.
It didn’t told me how to catch a butterfly,
It didn’t told me how to brush my teeth.
It teach me how to face my faith.
It teach me to gifted my destiny.
It teach me how to call it,
then with my baby mind, I call it.
“Life, would you teach me another lesson ?”

It said, “Of course sweetheart,”
That thing started to become my second parents.
That thing always keep an eye on me.
That thing always attend next to me,
To teach me what’s the difference between good and bad.
To teach me when I supposed to say yes, or no.
To teach me which option should I pick,
that not bring me to the under world.
My childhood become so happy,
then I realized I have to leave my childhood,
and finally say hi to my new life,
puberty.

I started to leave the beautiful thing,
immersed in narcotics,
forget everything around me.
justifies any means,
just to reach the popularity.
And in a blink wink,
with tears in the corner of my eyes,
facing the truth.

Saw my frozen stiff, full of wickedness.
When my spirit too busy to begging for mercy to God.
But what my spirit can do ?
All she can do is feel sorry for herself,
for being such a stupid girl.
Justifies any means,
just to reach the popularity.
Now, with swollen eyes, she began to curse.
Not curse her miserable life,
Her miserable attitude.
She just don’t understand, how come she act like that.

Well, whatever happens, happens.
Now all she can do is
lament her fate.
Rest in her graveyard,
with the memories,
of her bitter past.