the conversation;
maybe you never realized,
it does mean a sharp knife
that has been plunged into my heart.
You toughen the sharp,
blanken my mind.
It does the first time I feel myself
very fragile.
Of course you don't know;
I'm meant to bury myself
in some obscure corners; that no one
could ever recognized.
My thought couldn't bounce away
from your laughter spoke of sarcasm.
I can feel the thick air of mortification
that soften my heart,
worsen my thoughts.
The feeling creeps over me.
I'm having a hard time
to hold my tears,
to take back my nobleness.
Emotion swelling in me like a balloon.
How could I control my feeling?
P/s: 'How could I control my feeling?' If I wanted to cry, I'd cry; if I wanted to laugh, I'd laugh out loud - I'm not PRO at suppressing and covering my expressions, perhaps this is what people often say - low EQ!
This was a poem written after the 'incident'. It was after Miss Sherena Lee had distributed our Mid-term(?) English Paper, unluckily I got 79%!! Teacher said if anyone wanted to add mark please go for her and so many people went in front and asked for mark and WHY is it when it was my turn and he suddenly shot me an irritated look?! He said something like ehhhhhwhy you want to add mark, we should gain the mark off our own bat!
Blimey. With a sudden humiliation, I straight off to the toilet and cried so badly - eyes swelling, my cornea turned red, eye bag appeared, nose turned red, cheeks turned pinkish (which I think I looked quite beautiful in front of the mirror^^) - even Divyya(?) asked what was going wrong, your eye is swelling! For one thing, I cried is not because of failed to get 1 mark, it's because I felt HUMILIATED, I hate boy speaks to me in an angry and unfriendly tone. For another, he was so right after all, I should have gained something with my own success, own power. So I felt ashamed of myself. Still, it's quite sad to think back, maybe he never realized it...
This was a poem written after the 'incident'. It was after Miss Sherena Lee had distributed our Mid-term(?) English Paper, unluckily I got 79%!! Teacher said if anyone wanted to add mark please go for her and so many people went in front and asked for mark and WHY is it when it was my turn and he suddenly shot me an irritated look?! He said something like ehhhhhwhy you want to add mark, we should gain the mark off our own bat!
Blimey. With a sudden humiliation, I straight off to the toilet and cried so badly - eyes swelling, my cornea turned red, eye bag appeared, nose turned red, cheeks turned pinkish (which I think I looked quite beautiful in front of the mirror^^) - even Divyya(?) asked what was going wrong, your eye is swelling! For one thing, I cried is not because of failed to get 1 mark, it's because I felt HUMILIATED, I hate boy speaks to me in an angry and unfriendly tone. For another, he was so right after all, I should have gained something with my own success, own power. So I felt ashamed of myself. Still, it's quite sad to think back, maybe he never realized it...
