Porcelain Mask

The truth hurts yet liberates, so they say.
You’re the only one who’ve pained me this way.
You saw the rottenness, namely, my face.
My heart was upset, I clammed up for days.
I cried in anger for not getting my way.
My self was wounded, my pride has been slain.
There were times I am tempted to betray.
But I cried most in fear you’ll run away.


Off with her Head!

The first layer being chipped off is how I think I am always right and the other party should always be the one to apologize. It includes how high I regard myself that I refuse to step in other’s shoes and understand their situation well. I never know how to compromise, to submit, to let others win.

If only unlearning selfishness is easy…