Gold and Dilemma.

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Believe me when I say I know exactly how you feel, I feel your struggles and confusion.
Your fight. But is it worth fighting for?
I sound cunt already, I know.
I only wonder why you fight for something that you are not comfortable with.
Like trash, you tossed the raw gold into the fire; you disposed off it. It came out refined, surprisingly so, and you seem to crave for it, do you now know the worth?
Certainly not.
This is not to say you are crass,
It's just you
Why not pick a struggle?


Me?
When I look at you, I see someone whom they said I'd amount to nothing without...
I see someone striving to please me, someone with whom I can never be me, someone whose words I would hardly trust, someone I want to scream and break for freedom at his sight..
And I try, I try but... My guards are up.


Other me?
Sees someone I should lay my life for as our lord did. Someone with whom I want to fly in the face of all odds, someone I want to have a feel of the golden me..
But...
Have you seen the gold?
You don't necessarily have to know the process through which I became gold, but will you give your all?
Your way, your hopes and dreams?
I doubt.
I cannot contend with His will,
but why am I not convinced?
Why do I fear?


My Dilemma.


I will stay here
In this place.
Reminding you of my fears and worries
Even as I stand in the confines of your will
It wouldn't stop being about you
By you.

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