Good in Being Worst

March 28, 2009
By Malee BRONZE, Makati City, Other
Malee BRONZE, Makati City, Other
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You're cold.
I'm not.
You froze
And I did not.

For I am already cold.
I'm already frozen.
What worse would it bring
When the worst already happen?

What agony to add
To ease my pain?
What memories to cast
To hide from vain?

I whom you cannot tear
Because I'm wrecked.
I whom you cannot break
Because I'm shattered.

This tiny bit of me
The ray had touched.
I melted
Like tears of joy clutched.

I've been hiding. I've been running.
No one could hurt me more.
'Coz now, this moment on,
I feel good in being worst.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem mhen I was in Third Year high school. This is what I felt back then. Now, because of this poem, I feel better...

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