it’s becoming apparent

that anxiety has manifested.

heart pounding against ribs,

hearing every beat,

clouded with thoughts,

crying on my bed, sobs.

somebody, anybody

pull me up, help me

i cry into the lonely scenery

as i sink into this pit of self pity.

i know i know 나도 알어

it’s not healthy at all

how to suppress it all

when the quick sand slowly

devours my sanity.



Those unshed tears hold unspoken words.

I know, I understand,

and I won’t speak a word about it.

Instead, let me hold you, hug you, heal you.

All you need is

love, hope and a being.

here’s a midweek virtual hug


“Why does she try so hard?”

Do I try too hard?

“Why is she so awkward?”

Am I awkward..?

“Why is she so extra?”

Am I too loud…..?

“Ew what is that shirt she’s wearing?”

Is my shirt out of trend……..?

“Why is she so ugly but still thinks she’s popular?”

Why am I so ugly………………?

“Why doesn’t she dress up ?”

I should buy more trendy clothes……

“She should put some make up. lol.”

I should buy more make up…………….

“That’s too much make up…”

I put too much make up…………………….

“She tries too hard. Ew.”

I… I try too hard.

…. I-

judge for yourself 

how should we judge a person
for all of us are hypocrites

intentional or otherwise

one person, many facades.

different situation, different tide.

different audience, different side.

we grow and mature over time

so should our mistakes be judged

and spoken words be remembered

when we are all bound to change

for better or for worse