-Withstand the twinging-

I am fittingly ailed and ill lately but I wanted to share the twinge within me.

I am weak, I am weak. I always fail you my soul. I really hope that someone, whoever, will guard me, protect me, shield me. I am dying within, collisions all around me.

I am scared, I am scared. Please tell me where do I belong? I thought I’m safe. I thought I am sheltered. The warden awakes me, he told me it was a foolish dream you fantasized. It was never true; he told me I am Ingénue, a naïve one who never grasp the meaning of life.

I never wanted, I never wanted to be your life. The inside of me knew I will never fit. An unimportant one like me, never hope for more but to be a little something, anything will do.

I stray, I stray here and there, everywhere, everyplace just to look for a shelter. Once the warden told me that I belong here, I will be only safe here, the only place where I can retreat. Foolish soul I am and yet, I never regret.

There I look, There I look at others, I bleed within me and yet, I still stay put. I refused to go, I refused to give up. My tiny hands are bleeding; full of scars around me, scared and cold I am within. I still hang on. The wounds of the scars are bleeding.

I feel the pain, I feel the pain. Absurdity you might felt, but these little hands of mine are small, but they aren’t weak. Foolishness you might felt, but I believe in my fantasies. Senseless you might felt, I adore, I heart, I remember, I miss, I love, I care and I believe in you.
As inky the road ahead nor pitch dark, I will walk through with you. I will lighten up your saddened days, I will be your strength. It's okay for you to be selfish and self-centered because I will be your shield.