Damn, I'm not an Angel

Another insomnia attacking last night, Weby's eyes wont shut down.

Her fingers dancing on a Blackberry keypad. She always thinks it'd better if she complaining to a dead screen rather than to a pair of alive ears. She won't adding anymore fuel into firework.

Writing is always be her medicine for healing her tired soul...

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Wish I could accept all the insultment while I should be enjoying the glory of being who I am now

But damn I'm not such an angel.

I'm mad.

Hope I could keep the braveheart passing these semetary road which full of rocks and ghosts

But damn I'm not such an angel.

I scare.

Wish I could just smile seeing me hitten by inpolite blindly perspective of some kinda 'don't know me at all' people

But damn I'm not such an angel.

I cry.

Hope I could always giving encouragement to others when sometimes in return I need an applause of being strong all the way

But damn I'm not such an angel.

I'm hurt.

Wish I could always be someone wise eventhough yells are screwing my ears and brain

But damn I'm not such an angel.

I'm angry.

Hope I could close my ears of listening bad thoughts while I should be proud for keep standing at my own feet til today

But damn I'm so not such an angel.

I'm sick.

I gave and will always give my best moments.

But I had and will always have my worst moments.

Cos unfortunately I'm not a sinless angel.

I'm only a human.

A creature who was born to carry 2 opposite sides of a coin.

If people couldn't choose to accept my worsts,

it means they probably don't deserve my bests.

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