for that statement i won't comment..............because.....i
have seen so many caucasians in singapore with their work in the
expat and high paying jobs...........so I RESIST REBUTTING YOU IN
ANY MANNER........and i won;t even look at this
post...............but mind you.....read this post i extracted from
someone who really knew me.........you be surprised when you
challenge me on my grounds..........
My heart is heavy, for this is the end,
Or so it seems of a chapter of our lives.
The pages are slowly but surely
turning to a close,
The writing of the pen, losing its stride.
Your words bring nothing, but the darkness of your heart.
Your empty promises, your lack of gesture,
Your blindfolded eyes.
You talk of nothing but sarcasm and scorn.
You see no good in others, only their faults.
You want to mould people
into beings you can tolerate, you can accept.
You don't see the people who we are,
you don't like what you see.
You ignore what you see.
You push it away.
You live in your own world where things go your way.
Where black is black, and white is white.
No colours, no in-betweens.
Where is the boy, who made people laugh,
who made hearts soar with his passing glance.
Where is the boy, whose unfailing cheer,
brought the promise of a new day and more.
Where is the boy, who I once knew,
I haven't seen him in quite a while.
I miss him sorely.
If only you knew.
We stand up for you, we take your side.
Sometimes, I really think we are very stupid for doing so.
Ignorant fools, I say.
For where is the acknowledgement, where is the thanks.
All we get in return are cold shoulders,
icy words.
For that is the person you've turn into.
Where are you.
