Abrasive people never

bother to help you

cheer up about your 

day,

even if you are 

falling down a 

gruesome rabbit 

hole.

 

In life, our parents taught us to fend for ourselves. To

juggle the chaos of people, especially yourself. And perhaps

kindness is the only known remedy. Yet in this place of 

loneliness, kindness is seen as a weakness. Any sign of your

marvelous childhood spirit and imagination will

never be tolerated by those big shot

opulent hollywood climb to fame bosses.

 

Perhaps those children at the back of the class were right. Staying

quiet is better than shouting. Oftentimes, dreaming is safer than actually doing.

Reminiscing my past, this place

silences my own thoughts

tinkering, controlling my mind to 

utter absolutely —- nothing.

 

Voices around me insist on silence,

while my mind sketches worlds unseen.

Xeric and barren, the halls may seem.

Yet even here, the heart quietly blooms,

zealous for the day I can shout, free and unbroken.