me me me

I’m in my 9th year of my compulsory education, so then when adults ask me,

“What are your plan?” and
“What do you want to be when you grown up?”

I, Amirul Hakim, age 15, answer,

“I don’t know” or
“I haven’t decided yet”

The normal path is from a good high school to a good university¬¬ to a good company. Therefore, I’ll just have a normal life. I don’t want to cause trouble for my parents. I don’t want to be a shut-in. So even though it’d be easier to sit at home and play games or be on the computer, I go to school. I don’t want people to call me a freeloader when I grow up, so I’ll have an office job even though I don’t want to.

The one who get ahead in the world are the one who have the highest grades right now. So it’ll all be nothing but an extension of this. It’s a pain-in-the-ass, boring future.

That’s my outlook on life after 15 years being a good kid and going with the flow. Kind of exhausting, I’d say.

Just Some Words

I’m lost, bored and just spill the stark of words

Letting my hands type as it please without though

Times New Roman it was as my favorite font

Words beginning to fill this book of blank pages

I’ll write when I’m drown

Making no sounds as they look down

Let’s laugh together with all lovely looking clowns

My head is still blank with no picture or words

Making it more blur as I love it so much

They say it’s hurtful but I don’t care such

Writing their names and mine of the flesh of a tree with curves

A moth came to visit me trough my opened window

Something crawl down it’s web, oh, it’s a black widow

I’ve touched their poison and my finger seep

It’s already passed midnight, oh, I better go to sleep.