Poem : Lines from Depression : The Prequel

I wrote this poem long ago , don’t remember why , but I slowly think I recall what made me so sad because I’m being chased , chased by a monster who won’t give up , until then .

When a  drop of the ocean sinks deep down ,To a place that has no meaning .
Where hope is missing , 

And life has no reason .
When no one understands you ,

And everyone beguiles you . 
When you feel less than a sand grain in the desert ,

When everyone you care about slowly tear you apart. 
When you want to kill yourself ,

Fast but not physically painful,

Listen to the people around you ,

Who make life less than worthless .
Words are thrown like shards into your tiny heart and looks like swords.
When moments of life get murdered , 

When life defines death .
Wishing that life will come together again ,

Until that day , you keep living .
Living a life that has no reason ,

Life where moments if happiness are overshadowed by the sad ones .
When life is incomplete .
But even a grain of sand has value 

Little Miss Perfect

It’s funny how everyone expects you to be perfect , even when its impossible for anyone to be perfect by universal standards . Sure you may be perfect to some people but there are always people who will judge you , criticize you and expect you to be perfect.
I realize that everyone’s imperfect , I know there are certain things that one can’t change about themselves and they shouldn’t have to .
Insecurity is one of the biggest issues I’m dealing with . When combined with Perfectionism , it’s nothing less of a monster . It’s sad when the only thing you notice about yourself are your flaws and your mistakes.
Things don’t get any better when your parents pile on this huge bundle of expectations . I can’t be the “ideal” daughter but they fail to understand that . If I can accept that they are not perfect , why can’t they do the same for me ?
Is it selfish of me to ask everyone to stop worrying about me so much ? To stop finding more faults ? To stop comparing ? 
Multiple time have my parents compared me with my friends , despite them not knowing facts . I’m the devil , my friends are angels . I can’t be as studious as my smart friends , I can’t be as as sporty as the athletes , I can’t dance like a ballerina . 
Mistakes are meant to be made . You never learn from being right . Yet, when every mistake is an oppurtunity for someone to degrade you or insult you , you find yourself guarding your every move .
To my parents , and to everyone out there , I’m never going to be Little Miss Perfect , neither do I intend on being one . I do intend on being me , an insecure , “ugly” , “lazy” , “foolish” girl . 

Dying Nature 

Dying Nature 

Submerged in a layer of algae and oil , plastic and glass , the creatures slowly succumbed to suffocation , never to see the sunlight again . The water slowly evaporated and whatever was left off turned black . Pitch black . Mother Earth cried tears , salty tears which weren’t enough to regenerate the water body , cursed the people who trashed it but ended blaming herself for spoiling them and letting them do whatever they want .
The beach drowned in it’s own waste . Painfully , but unnoticed . No one helped him , everyone deserted him , That’s basic human nature isn’t it ? Desert people when they are of no use to you . Is it not time we change ? Change our ways , or wasteful ways , our dangerous ways , our destrctive ways to something that can help sustain future life . 
Ships continued to sail but not one sailor looked over to see the captivating beach turn decaptivating . Everyone went their own way . Birds flew over it , murmuring their sadness of not being able to do anything . Salty tears overtook the beach . We all sat and watched , not one of us stood up. 
That’s how the beach ‘suicided’ or was unintentionally murdered by none other than the most developed yet the most selfish and cruel species – humans . 

We overlook her tears , we continue to suffocate her creations . We blame her for providing us enough , when we waste whatever’s available . We blame each other , but what good does that do ? It’s our collective responsibility to protect our Earth . Not one individual’s resposibility .
A lot of people are under the misconception that to saving the earth requires a lot of financial resources . In some areas , it does but throwing trash where it belongs itself helps a lot . Maybe try using paper bags , not all at once , that would be tedious , slowly but gradually reducing their use . Buy a seed ? Plant small plants , it still is involved in the process of photosynthesis , it can still give the ecosystem a tiny bit of oxygen , which may just be enough. No need to for marches or intensive programs to save nature if you don’t want to , tiny things like recycling and resuing . At this stage and rate of development of life , it is practically impossible to reduce utilization of resources , however much we want to reduce , so reusing whatever large amount of bags and paper and bottles and clothes we have would do great help , even if it looks tiny .

Copycat or Follower ?

This is the generation of trends and challenges . One person shares it , it goes viral and everyone’s doing it . A great example is the Mannequin Challenge . 

But has it gone overboard and have the challenges become less and less overboard ? The truth is that the challenges themselves have gone overboard and have reduced in originality . However , I do enjoy that a lot of people come together in these challenges and for once our disunited world is once again united .

There are some trends and challenges where so many people do it to the point where it becomes absolutely boring . Similar to how we get tired of a song after listening to it multiple times , challenges and trends get boring after a while .When it comes to challenges and trends , I’d call the people responding to it followers because they like the trend and they follow it , even though not religiously. 

It’s sad to see that almost anything and everything is considered ‘original’ nowadays . Let’s take the overgrowing popularity of slime for example , everyone makes the exact same slime , same color , same texture but they all have different names , so it’s deemed ‘original’ . If that were the case companies could easily replicate popular products , rename it and call it original . The thing is that in an effort to be nice people encourage such ‘originality’ . Appreciate the creators , but respectfully and politely criticise them as well .

We shouldn’t create a false sense of pride in anyone’s head , neither should we demean them to a point where they lose all their self esteem .

Everything needs to be done in balance . Balance is what’s missing in this world.  

In the end , All I would to say that in such trends and challenges stay true to them but add in something of your own which makes people distinguish your response or version . I’d like more originality in challenges , but in the end , hey ! It’s all about having fun !