Appearance

Be it boy or girl, male or female we have to be honest,
We struggle with it everyday and it has become a battle of superficiality.
We try so hard to be a part of that 85% but sadly we belong to that 5%, unknown to society worldwide.
The beauty or lack thereof might be part of this whole social insecurity.
The amount of pain and horror we put ourselves is just plain sad.
But who do we blame.
The people, media or the one closest to you.

Z

Zygnomic. Zoetic.


Where is that zest we need in life.
Or why do we need to be in that zen mode constantly.
If i could zip up all my feelings and hide in a compartment i would.
Zappy is what i need to be but instead im entering zalophobia.
And how everything just zoom pass us that i just cant figure it out anymore.
Last but not the least, the number zero is what i associate myself with ever so often.

Y

Yare. Yonder. 

Wasted youth is what they say.

But i've always wonder where it went to.

I yell to relieve the pain but it still stings in memories buried,

Locked deep in back of the mind but it will never stop.

Yes was a word that slipped off easily.

I yearn for peace within myself.

Remnants of yesterdays still linger around me.

Yet i was left behind for no apparent reason.

Interestingly you were once a part of me that i deeply cherish.

Somehow it got yanked out viciously without a trace and without a scar. 

  

X

Xeransis. Xenophobe.

Sound resonates like the melody given by the xylophone.
Sadly it was to the tune of my very own demise.
X marks the spot for every cruel words that were hurled and spewed.
Xenomorphic shadows formed as isolation hits.
You've become nothing but a xerocopy.

W.

Wilt. Waste.

Waiting for a miracle to happen to someone like me is very unlikely.
Wishes were made but none were granted.
Waltz away to dreamland but only to land on my two left feet.
The warmth that im longing for is easily replaced by the breeze of unwanted love.
When you leave im in a wreck and i cant pick myself up.
I am tired of watching over you and whispering words of wisdom.
My weakness is my only strength.

V

Vague. Veil

Voices are heard but not often understood.
A vision shared but dreams remained separated.
How much are you valued at or pretty much worthless to others.
Every excuse and reason seems to be valid for every failure that you have achieved.
Volume is louder than the actions performed every single time.
Every word or sentence seems to venomous and does nothing but to suck into this vacuum.

U

Undermine. Ultimate.

Unique is something that im never associated with.
But you choose not to understand who i really am.
Everything that happens in unison feels so unreal and uniform.
I surrender as they remain undefeated.
United we stand is all you could utter but once we fail you disappear.

T

Trouble. Truth.

Time will tell they say, but how long more can you endure it.
Triggering your senses, triggering your memories, bearing only emotions.
To let it go does not always mean to let us heal.
Sufferings are the only thing we know but how far are we willing to help.
It might not be right but if so, when will i say it out loud.