Puisi Kecewa Karena Sikapmu Novels & Stories

“As I stood amidst the ruins of my own making, I couldn't help but realize that my foolishness had led me down the path of disappointment. I had blinded myself with false hopes and reckless decisions, ignoring the warning signs and red flags. I thought I was chasing a dream, but in reality, I was chasing a mirage. My own naivety had led me astray, and now I was left to pick up the pieces of a shattered reality. The weight of my disappointment was crushing, a constant reminder of my own foolishness. I vowed to learn from my mistakes, to temper my optimism with wisdom, and to never again let my foolishness lead me down the path of heartache.” I wrote in my journal. I chuckled at my choice of w

I was already at my breaking point. Anger, like a tidal wave, surged within me. I suddenly cried out. "Why won't you appear. Why can't you let me see your face just once? I am completely desperate, and I have no voice to argue against the things I do not want. I am lonely, abandoned, living like a wandering ghost every day without a shred of happiness. Do you understand? Why do you only appear when night falls? You make me confused and panicked. I would rather you never appeared in my life so that I would not have to waver."

The thought was both frustrating and heartbreaking, leaving me feeling trapped and uncertain about our future together. He didn’t care. The thought was a cold, harsh reality. His indifference cut deep, making me feel invisible and insignificant. I wondered if I had been fooling myself, reading too much into our interactions. The realization was a painful awakening, forcing me to confront the truth: he didn't see me the way I saw him. The knowledge stung, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered expectations.

My favorite poet is Emily Dickson. If at all I died, it is because I wanted to, I have always wanted to, because I feel unworthy, I dint love myself at all. I hope this doesn’t break your heart or diminish your spirit. Anyway, my part on earth is over, I am sorry that it is. Maybe reincarnations are real or perhaps they aren’t. I am sorry papa, sorry that I didn’t live up to your expectations. I am sorry that I wasn’t worth it, I wasn’t a perfect child at home and at school. I have always been flawed, and my flaws are too big, they can’t be covered or repaired. Tell the bullies that I give up and they win.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I go out of the room, sulking and scowling. I really hate him to the bone! How can he say that my writing style is trash? Even my story is incredible as well. How dare he say that to me! But that doesn't make me feel down, and I will make him say that my story is good!

Each heavy drop that hit my window was another voice. Drop. "I am so disappointed in you Rose. Rhea and Eric would be too." Drop. "Maybe you should get one for overbearing bitchiness. I think everyone here could agree you'd be a top contender." Drop Drop. "Because if you keep acting like this that's exactly what you'll be for the rest of your life...alone."

The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me. I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me. As I jot down a few lines about my situation, the poem takes shape, capturing the essence of my pain and confusion. It's a bittersweet creation, a reflection of the tangled web of emotions I find myself trapped in.

I had insulted their sacrifices and as such I would be losing my golden opportunity. I could feel it within that this was my own punishment for what had happened. How could I do something like that and expect to still have my cake? “Okay.” I said bowing my head down as a strong wave of defeat hit me. “I understand. I know that I have disappointed you greatly and I’m sorry. I know that I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you but I woukd really appreciate it.” With that, I stood up with slumped shoulders and made my way back to my room. I could feel my heart breaking even more.

Hurt by the people that I thought would love me. Worthless as to why I have no purpose attached to life and to live for. “What are you waiting for?” She asked angrily. I should be angry and not her. To get rejected is one thing and to be embarrassed before rejection is totally on a different level. I looked around and I couldn't help but see the glaring look of scorn on their faces. “He's not in her league,” “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake,” “No one would want to mate with him,” “He'll probably never find a mate,”

Nang mapansin niyang hindi ako nag-rereply ay hindi narin naman siya nangulit. Hahalikan niya ako tapos sasabihin niyang hindi niya ako gusto! Ano yun, pinag-lalaruan niya lang ako kagaya ng mga babae niya?! Ano naman ang iniisip niya, that I'm like everyone else? That can easily be played with? In his dreams! Hindi ako bibigay sa kanya! I sighed deeply. I dont want to stay like this. I need some fresh air.