Alone he Stands

Alone he stands,
In a place where no one understands,
The pain he pulls himself through
Bears nothing but a falsified truth
His heart is empty, His heart is cold
To his "friends" they will never know
Of how he feels deep down inside
Knowing for all that he has tried
Bores down with nothing by their side.

He tries to struggle, he tries to explain,
But for what good does he stand to gain?
Spiteful glares and painful snares
To which to look, he wouldn't dare

A.Phua


Solitude

On there he sits, misunderstood,
Awaiting exoneration from rimes he never undertook,
A silent scream and futile struggle,
All fail to clear him from this painful juggle,
A juggle of emotions and that of anger
He is lost in his own silent banter
He fights to let his sorrows show
So that all his friends will know
Of what pain they pull him through
Of which to them is all but true.
The truth that never lies
Is the lie that bears no truth.
A victim of stabbing and punches,
All pain is masked in friendly lunches.
But he knows deep down inside
beneath the amicable smiles and laughter
Lies hidden daggers prepared to slaughter.

Words like a poniard that tears through a heart,
To break this poor guy slowly apart.
For where have all his friends gone to
Just because his tiem is due.
"Lets be friends" they all once said,
But for now, let all lies be laid.
For he has lost his trusted friends
To words of the wind that holds no amends.
"He is a bastard!" they all cried
"Let him be caught and then be tried!"
A trial for the accused innocent,
Is to them of no real concern.
What matters most is that of theirs,
To have laughter with sarcasm and hugs with spite.

Silent speakers hold their ground
Convinced not to have this bastard around.
For he has dissappointed them and let them all down.

Contradiction fills the air as he stands alonem
For which was ocne his rightful throne.
Distrust, anarchy and frustration has taken its toll
As he tilts his head for the final toll.
His friends watch by with spiteful glee and silent glares,
As they await the final snare.
But for now, here he will stand misunderstood,
For crimes he never once undertook.

A.Phua


Laughter i will never have

Their laughter fills the air,
Stroking one another by their hair
But here i am by the corner of the room,
A place to which i'm filled with gloom
A worn out pawn by here i sit,
While they be excited by their own treats.
Oh how this pawn wishes to join,
but he knows awkwardsness will soon conjoin.

To which his passion has been slaughter,
Wrenshing his heart, by which he is tortured.
Twisiting and turning he does on the chair,
Pulling and tugging on his whitened hair.
Oh why is he being ostracised?
Like a fallen angel, exorcised

Was it something i subconciously did?
For the answers, im filled with greed.
I want to know, i want it clear,
For they're my friends i hold very dear
Why then do they treat me so?
With callousness and doubt, this day of old.
Perhaps the laughter is meant to be,
But only for them.......and not for me

A.Phua