When I panic I don't think straight.
I knew the answer but my confidence was negligible.
Why is it like that.
So now I'll disappoint.






I just dropped my pen, and it's gone.
Sometimes it's the same for us, fragility.
I think,
I think.
I've learnt to let go.
How apt of me, and the wonders of my heart.
Then, perhaps not, because once in a while, I think wrong.


To continue previously,
I now realize, how it feels to be in your shoes.
For not being to handle your emotions, I'm sorry.
And for being so painful, why didn't you tell me