Constraint

I want to leave this place very badly

At first it was last 2 years, then last year… now.. last semester.

One more year before i transfer on campus to Melbourne…

I feel so dull in writing. There are many projects i am working on.

It just feels so… tiring. exhausting.

There are three main stories i am working on but i lose attention

Drift away, looking for something else.

What i seek is not here. What i have is not what i want.

There is every single thing to be angry and frustrated about

I try to suppress it and be positive… looking for a new tomorrow

But it disappoints me time again and again.

I put on smiles my face, to be greeted with people who wouldn’t care less

Then their next paycheck.

I try to stay away from the unrealistic world of money

Sometimes i wish i was an unethical uncaring bitch who wouldn’t care less

To live in luxury while men suffer below my knees

However, being virtuous means you have to suffer under the clutches of evil.

After all, heroes die first.

The paradoxical world interest me, yet it hinders me

Because i choose to be at the other side.

Of what I believe my morals lie.