Sore

The sun no longer shines anymore
Maybe because I can't see it right
Or maybe the nimbus inverses the light

Have I lost interest in life?
My honest answer to this, perhaps
I quit living

Being called an imbecile hurts me to my core
Being belittled the whole life, I wonder, how sore

My mess, did I exaggerated? Perhaps
My sadness, did I understated? Perhaps

I'm caged by the perceptions surrounding me
Everyone hates me
I'm incarcerated
If only I can go to a time I'm accepted
Or a place, a society, a country that's delighted
With my presence

My mind hurts so much from ignorance
"Open up your mind!" Said the general kind
As if I'll tolerate to be existing within their mind

How am I different, you ask?
It's simple, I don't live behind a mask

How does it feel to live as an original?
It's tough
I can only expand my mind
But not my kind

Dota 2 Ra-SEA-sm :(

Well SEA members,
What's wrong within the Dota players?
Who lit up the embers,
Of hatred in layers,
Well it is predictable,
That some of us incapable,
To turn around the table,
Like the pros are able,

But still, this shouldn't even be a reason,
Against your teammate for you to do an act of treason,
Isn't the mission is to wreck the throne into rubbles?
We have enough 5 troubles,
No need to add the numbers,

When we illuminate the banner of unity,
Then we will realize that racism is mutiny,
The reason that the little seems to be the largest,
Well if it isn't the empty cans shakes the loudest?