in my own nightmare
Pei Zhen.
15 years old.
Born on 17th June 1994.
Pretty good in poetry.
Never good with people.
Date:
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Time:
5:18 PM
Sorrow of both worlds
School's tiring me out. Everyday sucks like hell. It's not really bad, more like, bored to the core. Some things make me sad, but the main problem is the boredom. Today the HOD of english came our class to be the relief teacher, and I think its probably because yesterday when our teacher didn't come, he still gave us work, which like 4/5 of the class did not do. Almost everyone passed up a blank foolscap paper. Including me. I was too bored to do anything, and on top of that, the topic of the compo totally sucked. Even though she only taught us for less than a period, it felt like a day. I was staring at my watch all the way. She wanted us to read the paper, but I just stared at it; I was so tired that I couldn't see the words... As in, the paper in front of me felt like a blank piece of paper.
She taught us the letter writing format, which was totally WRONG. Or well, in a better way, different from what we were suppose to follow. Which confused me. Not only that, when she was talking I couldn't hear a thing. Probably because subconsciously I didn't want to hear, which was true. After a period all she taught was the incorrect format. WTF. Seriously, teachers nowadays have too much free time.
My class is gonna flunk our mid year exam in maths. I'm sure of it. Well, firstly, our maths teacher didn't even finish teaching... AND THE EXAM IS ONLY ABOUT 2 WEEKS AWAY. We are still in chapter 3.2, but the mid-year exam is formatted to up till chapter 4.6 ,or isit 4.9? I forgot. BUT ITS STILL FAR AWAY. No hope man, since she never come for like forever. Is being pregnant that difficult? IDK.
School life is totally hated. I can't believe adults say that secondary school life is the best. COME ON, its the worst. ZZZ...
Thought of this poem yesterday, a little corrupted, but I'll try to make it better, next time. It has a meaning, obviously. I don't want anyone to like me. More like, I'm not made to be in love.
Sorrow of Both Worlds
Your world starts here, my world ends there.
Your world's created, my world's corrupted.
Your world's raining, my world's bleeding.
Your world's singing, my world's cursing.
Your world's dancing, my world's spinning.
Your world's a dream, my world's a nightmare
Your world's a salvation, my world's a cremation.
Your world's full of angels, my world's filled with devils.
Your world's breathing, my world's suffocating.
Your world's living, my world's dead.
Your world starts here, my world ends there.
Your world's created, my world's corrupted.
Your world's raining, my world's bleeding.
Your world's singing, my world's cursing.
Your world's dancing, my world's spinning.
Your world's a dream, my world's a nightmare
Your world's a salvation, my world's a cremation.
Your world's full of angels, my world's filled with devils.
Your world's breathing, my world's suffocating.
Your world's living, my world's dead.
My world kills, your world kisses.
My world lies, your world sighs.
My world decays, your world shines.
My world devours, your world revives.
My world's cruel, your world's kind.
My world's a predator, your world's a prey.
If I come your world, we will die.
If you come my world, we will still die.
If we switch worlds, no one will survive.
Do not love me, because you do not belong at this side.
I will not love you, because I do not belong on your side.
By any chance, if our fates entangle us together,
Both of our worlds will cry.
Both of our worlds will die.