The anonymous
We be young and insecure with the consistency of trying even though we make many mistakes. We be hero of not giving up with the hope of making it even though nobody else could believe us. It’s our present vs the future that motivates us. They say we still young to make our own decisions and we get trapped; Stuck between being honest, disciplined and talking the truth. It’s our mind that suffers first but we have to smile for preventing further destruction. With the pressure coming down like lightning, we be obliged to pour imaginary water on the top of our head to calm things. It’s not pride, it’s that. It’s so dark that we’ve got same eyes but different visions, same place with different ambitions and same target with different paths. They think they are good and advanced cause we’re young but forget that maturity has no siblings not even an inch closer to the ages. Then , who to surrender? We or they? Who are we and they? Anonymously being…. It’s really hard to...