Sketched

It is normal, when people are growing up. And same here, me either.

My life book is getting thicker. I sketched and painted different motives and colors everyday.

Somehow, i just make it blank, somehow i make it full.

Just like life's journey.

Now i'm 17, yet still counting. I dont know when its gonna end.

Everyday i step on my way, nowhere to go.

Im getting closer to the real world, when i have to step in my own foot.

People come and go in my life, but some stay.

People change. And me too, i change.

There are times i feel like i can understand nobody.

Even some of my closes.

They said something, then break it. They promised something, then break it.

They come to me if they need me, they nice if they need me.

They hurt me if they want to, but im not supposed to hurt them, im not allowed to.

Not everytime, not everyone. Just sometimes, some of them.

Is this the real life? Way closer to the real world?

It's hard life then, dude.

I dont wanna be negative, i try to find some positives.

I got many things, i learnt many things.

Im stronger, day by day.

I know how to deal many situations

I have many experiences.

I know what are my goods and bads.

I know which i should change to become someone better.

I know whos the real whos the fake.

I know who deserve to be loved, who dont.

I know many things.

And I know, God will always beside me to protect me and lead all my way.

In my age, i know, im still technically imbalance.

Soon, probably i change a bit.

Mature and strong.

But deep inside, im still me.

Someone you used to know, someone you used to love.

I am me, good me.