This is my fate;
Coupled with my faith;
Gazing at my slate;
If I’d take the bait;
Of the scornful beast.
This is my strength;
Not my weakness;
This is my solace;
Not my terrace;
That could be in abase.
Yes I’m in Veil;
Not entail;
Yes I’m shielded;
But not captivated;
Just as you proclaimed.
It’s in it I find strength;
Making it easy for me to embrace;
Slurring into my purity world;
Even if the whole world is against it;
That I know! I won’t relent.
Who’s the victim?
And who’s the perpetrator?
Who’s the defender?
And who’s the offender?
Who’s at defense?
And who’s at offense?
Yes I know,
That you’d be unable to give a sincere answer;
For you find joy in oppressing my sanity;
Wanting to chastise me into insanity;
Thinking less that it’s all vanity.
I don’t care if I had to shed tears;
Even if it take years;
Just that it could amass,
The prestige it deserves.
Yes I know my feet are dripping;
Yes I know my limbs are shaking;
Yes I know my eyelids are dripping;
But I know your world is as crumbling,
For my stance remains unshaking.
To whom do I show my scar to?
To whom should I share my thoughts with?
With whom should I reveal my pains?
For I know it doesn’t partake in their gains.
Alas! I’m all alone in this cruel world!
But I really wonder if I’d be as alone,
In the afterlife;
For I know my sweat here is a treat there;
Just as my existence is that of an invaluable treasure.
