prolog: Though the poem was written for job application, the content was truly describing my current situation.
Emtional Disorder Pace face with red eyes Rumpled clothes covered the fragile heart Energy was lost likes the flowers died. I am hungry but I can’t eat I am tired but I can’t sleep I am bored but I can’t released I feel depressed but I can’t speak! I paced the floor but no way to reach!!! I lay on bed, hug the doll tightly Still, muscles are so tense like epilepsy relapse All of a sudden Room light is smiling Speaker is talking Everything seems out of control like a witchcraft playing. I evade into the woolen cave Roar with anger “Hey! Why me? Why me? I hate this, I hate this. I just want to sleep with a fancy dream. Who Save me from this absurd film?” | 