Look at me

Sitting here all pretty yet you don’t see
The fact that I’m doing nothing with my life
I’m not anyone’s wife, instead I’m having fun
My life is not done, at least am better than you
And there’s nothing you can say or do

Gosh am tired of lies,
You say am good when you don’t believe in you own words.
You hate the fact that I’m alive,
Yet am trying to survive,
I struggle like any other man on earth

You’re my number one fan,
Instead of hating the fact,
Just embrace it,
Denying it won’t change a thing.

Am pretty, what a pity
Your loss not mine
So look at me now.

By Beneth, 12/05/2010

Mr. Gentle Hash

He came to my life,
Like a wind that harms no plant,
Gently my heart opened,
Like a flower opens to the rain

Soon, everything was fishy,
The care, faded away,
Without warning!

My heart was left hang on a spider rope
Assured of falling and breaking
I don’t even have a chance to plea my case
Or even a second hearing.

Something will forever be misunderstood,
I wish our eyes can see into the hearts of others,
May be then I will understand
All the questions he left in my heart

Much as I want a knife in my hands
All I can do is to shake off the mad,
Life seems to have more in store.

By Beneth, 12/05/2010