Fragments of Me

I meet poverty. I know hardship. Like everyone else, I treasure family and friendship.

I engrave compassion. I value passion. I am in love with expression.

I pass rage. But he keeps coming back because we're not so close with forgiveness and patience. However, we're best friends with gratitude and conscience.

I can dance with coolness though my real partner is drama.

I hate pointing out - obvious, the same way I hate it pointing back to me.

I strive for perfection, but I'm starting to accept sufficient with the presence of best effort.

Sometimes I wanted to stop chasing of dreams, just for me to go back reality. I think temper is a good thing sometimes, because I don't like going back. Hence, I sprint to catch up with dreams.

I cry as much as I laugh. I easily fall and stare at pain too much. After that, I get back and face laughter again.

I know when it is time to go for sacrifice, but I stop when I can't handle - too much.

I learn how to take - control. But guess above all, I am powerless with love.