wisdom of choice

I rather not be nice,

i cant find or see a point in it anymore.

I have lost all hope in the people around me,

My advices are useless,

i listen and its no necessary for comments

and if you insists i will tell you.

I can be a bitch in disguise

and its not for the heck of it.

I really can snap you back into reality .

I am loud ,

so what i scream the words to make a statement.

Now all there is left is a scar

No matter what i stay put and cant move

I am not weak neither i am strong

But it seems that all my confidence have left

Thank no one i am good at nothing

Now i will make amends and say my prayer

i just miss the places and the people