Voice

Do not speak just to be heard.

Foolish, pathetic humans.

Your feeble actions hold no meaning.

Did you think, that by acting, you would have the world at your feet?

Did you think, that by wanting, you would get everything you want as and when you wanted?

It is such feelings, that makes me hate people like you so much.

So much so, this eternal damnation of hatred will thus never dissipate away.

Am I simply too harsh on myself, harping on emotions that would get me no where?

But even so, this is how I chose to become. No. I have always been this way.

Since the day that you met me, since the day that you started to know me, I have always been as such.

I have no friends. I cannot have friends.

My pride is my everything.

This is my voice.

Your actions for control, your actions to lead, your actions to demand...

You cannot take my heart away.

Because I never had one.

The day that I lost my heart, it never returned.

Try as I might to pick up the shattered pieces, to seek back a heart, I can only choose the path to run away instead.

It may be the past. It may be over. It may never come again.

But the scars that are left, unexplainable to me and even more so to others.

I want to let this out. But I know, there is a reason that I'm holding back.

And hence, before the day that I can truly understand, whereupon it may be on my death bed,

I will continue to lead this way of life with my pride and walk my path with my own strength.

Do not attempt to lead me, do not attempt to control me, do not attempt to think you are faring better than me.

Your efforts, your worth, your value, aren't yours to begin with. You bought everything with money.

You think money would be the solution to everything.

But there is only so much you can bring into the grave with you.

Horizons broadened? No, in the end, you can only merely see the sky that reaches as far as your eyes can see.

You cannot feel, the truly dangerous feelings, nor can you feel, the forbidden feelings.

You live in your own world. No matter how far your feet may take you.

As am I, living in mine. My own world of shattered pieces.

But I know, in this world of mine, this world of nothingness...

My voice, my pride, belongs to me. And will be heard.

No one may hear me, no one may care about me, no one may bother.

But at least, I can hear myself.

And that's all that matters.

My voice. I doubt you can hear it.

May the time you realized, not be too late for you to seek for your own voice.