It’s because I will smack you in the face.
It’s because I will smack your heart.
When?
Right now.

Always I’ve been feeling like I am an eraser in your presence.
All my good deeds, you erase.
One mistake, you highlight with a neon color, and make me a
Bad person.

My success is your sorrow.
My sorrow is your success.
You see rain clouds in my sky,
I see your open smile.

I tell you to stop, because I feel
Bad.
But, your answer is simple like a stick:
“Then don’t hang out with us.”

Thoughtless.
Careless.
Loveless.
And,
Painful.

Your words drive me towards the edge.
I am standing at the edge on my tiptoe.


Your forged smile enlightens other, and my solitude makes others wonder about me:
“Why is she like that? Why is she alone? She is so weird...”

I am standing at the edge on my tiptoe.
Your evil smile is waiting me to fall.
And your feigned innocence is ready to shout: “I have no guilt.”
And turn around.

You are a devil.
You are so evil.
Why do I have to be your graceful target?
Why do you have to have a target?
Can’t you just leave me
Alone?

You are actually powerful.

You opened up waterfall in my eyes.
You made me seek solitude at a greater altitude.
You made me skip school easily like I skip in my playground.
You pushed me,
You push me,
with a great
Acceleration,
You push me,
You push me,
You push me,
And I scream but you push me,
I tell you to stop, but you push me,
You push me,
You push me,
You push me,
You push me,
and that’s how I am at the
Edge.

I have no guts to say
“Ok, I won’t hang out with you.”

But, let me tell you.
I am at the edge, but I won’t fall down.
Not because I have wings.
Not because I will rise.
Not because I have no demise.
Not because I am wise.

It’s because I will smack you in the face.
It’s because I will smack your heart.
When?
Right now.