essays,
I can't think of you without dismay.
why do you leave me to decay?
as I look into the screen,
confused, I waste away.
I sigh and say:
essays,
keep away,
and make way as I
fade away...

joy of being an English student.

As all the excitement surrounds me, I wonder: "Why don't I get one? Am I not cared for?" I tried comforting myself by saying: "I don't need one, I don't need to be cared for." or "maybe they forgot, its not their fault." Yet, i remain unsatisfied with my reply, something in my heart still yearns for their love, to be cared for. However, I shall retain myself and say nothing more.

Lord, if i love to be loved,
then i know nothing of Calvary love.