I WRITE,I DREAM...I PRAY

Sometimes I'm asking myself
if I'm really living or am I just existing.
Looking around me,the world is very busy.
Maybe the people's  pace is too fast
or I'm just moving too slow.


I feel like a small girl,sitting at a corner,
hiding in a dark empty room.

I write when I want to express.
I dream when I want to escape.
I cry when I don't know what to do.
I listen to music if I'm feeling blue.
I eat when I'm stressed.I walk when I'm mad.
I pray to speak my heart out to God
and to remind me of who I am.


I'm afraid to expect,because most of the time it  fails
Why are they laughing at me when I dream high?
Can an unknown girl l like me have that desire?
Maybe I don't have much in this life
but it doesn't mean I can't give it a try.


In most things I do I always have to strive
while others can get it with just a snap.
How many times I've been rejected.
I can hear the commotions it brings inside me.
But that's when I find peace and serenity.
For when I'm weak that's when I'm strong.
For when I  weep that's when I find joy.
For when I kneel before God that's when He raise me up.