Here I am, Lost without hope of survival but there must be a way out of this bag of certain doom. I shall take anda back to earlier this morning which was the beginning of the worst hari of my short-lived life…or was it really? I have a nickname that I’m not proud of - Curse. It’s my nickname due to the dark spots covering my body. It’s really unfair that there are some utterly gorgeous leaves out there but there is always a minority. My mother, being your average loving mother says that I’m rather cute but every hari I am reminded of the revolting truth.
Here I am, crying again like an over-sized baby. They’ve done it again - teasing me about my appearance but today was worse than ever and I have never been so depressed in my whole life. They, for a start, berkata that the creature (the gardener) should cut me off the pokok with the two sharp knives (secateurs). I’ve stopped crying now because anda have to breathe sometime. I see my parents speaking to my teacher and they look worried. My teacher is most likely telling my parents of my depression at school. I lie limply on the end of a branch thinking…why am I cursed with these spots? I wish that I could leave this wretched place. A gust of wind suddenly sweeps me off my feet but I try to hold onto the branch but the wind is too strong for me. I let go and get blown into an unknown place. I’m screaming with fear and adrenaline as I get plunged into icy water. I float to the surface and look around me and I know exactly where I am - I’m in the pond below my home! I take my wish back! Oh my gosh…is this really happening to me?
Oh no…the other children have spotted me and are laughing at my (literal) downfall. It’s official - this is the worst hari of my life. Is it really? I mean, on the one hand, I’ve left the leaves who are forever bullying and teasing me, on the other hand…I may die out here in the unknown. I’ve seen what happens to leaves who land up in the pond-the creature (gardener) picks them up and puts them into a black bag and takes them somewhere. No one has ever come back from the pond.
I must’ve passed out because when I open my eyes I see the creature looming above me, armed with the black bag. He picks me up and puts me into the bag of certain doom. The sound of screaming leaves fills the air and a shiver goes down my spine. I lie, comatose with fear as feel myself being lifted up and I feel like I’m being moved somewhere. Several tedious hours pass and suddenly I see a light!
I’m falling again but this time I land on a soft lump of leaves who are all slightly relieved but also are terrified of the unknown place that they are in. I know that we are in a forest because my great-grandfather (who is the only person to ever leave the pokok and return) has been to one and he is very wise and knows many words that most educated leaves have never heard of. I lie in wait for another gust of wind and there it is - I ride it and suddenly I am near a waterfall. I see a stunningly, beautifully elegant-looking pakis, fern who is dipping her slender legs into the cool blue water and whispering to it. I hear a susurrus of a reply from the trickling stream. The pakis, fern giggles in reply and stops when she sees me. She signals me over and, Enchanted sejak her beauty, I obey. I ride a zephyr of wind to her in a trance. “Come little leaf, lie sejak me and sleep”, she berkata as she wrapped her fronds around the now, at peace little leaf.
Here I am, crying again like an over-sized baby. They’ve done it again - teasing me about my appearance but today was worse than ever and I have never been so depressed in my whole life. They, for a start, berkata that the creature (the gardener) should cut me off the pokok with the two sharp knives (secateurs). I’ve stopped crying now because anda have to breathe sometime. I see my parents speaking to my teacher and they look worried. My teacher is most likely telling my parents of my depression at school. I lie limply on the end of a branch thinking…why am I cursed with these spots? I wish that I could leave this wretched place. A gust of wind suddenly sweeps me off my feet but I try to hold onto the branch but the wind is too strong for me. I let go and get blown into an unknown place. I’m screaming with fear and adrenaline as I get plunged into icy water. I float to the surface and look around me and I know exactly where I am - I’m in the pond below my home! I take my wish back! Oh my gosh…is this really happening to me?
Oh no…the other children have spotted me and are laughing at my (literal) downfall. It’s official - this is the worst hari of my life. Is it really? I mean, on the one hand, I’ve left the leaves who are forever bullying and teasing me, on the other hand…I may die out here in the unknown. I’ve seen what happens to leaves who land up in the pond-the creature (gardener) picks them up and puts them into a black bag and takes them somewhere. No one has ever come back from the pond.
I must’ve passed out because when I open my eyes I see the creature looming above me, armed with the black bag. He picks me up and puts me into the bag of certain doom. The sound of screaming leaves fills the air and a shiver goes down my spine. I lie, comatose with fear as feel myself being lifted up and I feel like I’m being moved somewhere. Several tedious hours pass and suddenly I see a light!
I’m falling again but this time I land on a soft lump of leaves who are all slightly relieved but also are terrified of the unknown place that they are in. I know that we are in a forest because my great-grandfather (who is the only person to ever leave the pokok and return) has been to one and he is very wise and knows many words that most educated leaves have never heard of. I lie in wait for another gust of wind and there it is - I ride it and suddenly I am near a waterfall. I see a stunningly, beautifully elegant-looking pakis, fern who is dipping her slender legs into the cool blue water and whispering to it. I hear a susurrus of a reply from the trickling stream. The pakis, fern giggles in reply and stops when she sees me. She signals me over and, Enchanted sejak her beauty, I obey. I ride a zephyr of wind to her in a trance. “Come little leaf, lie sejak me and sleep”, she berkata as she wrapped her fronds around the now, at peace little leaf.
Perfect sejak nature
ikon-ikon of self indulgence
Just what we all need
lebih lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have anda no shame? Don't anda see me?
anda know you've got everybody fooled
Look here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we Cinta anda
No flaws when you're pretending
But now I know she
Never was and never will be
anda don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
Without the mask, where will anda hide?
Can't find yourself Lost in your lie
I know the truth now
I know who anda are
And I don't Cinta anda anymore
It Never was and never will be
anda don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
It never was and never will be
You're not real and anda can't save me
Somehow now you're everybody's fool
ikon-ikon of self indulgence
Just what we all need
lebih lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have anda no shame? Don't anda see me?
anda know you've got everybody fooled
Look here she comes now
Bow down and stare in wonder
Oh how we Cinta anda
No flaws when you're pretending
But now I know she
Never was and never will be
anda don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
Without the mask, where will anda hide?
Can't find yourself Lost in your lie
I know the truth now
I know who anda are
And I don't Cinta anda anymore
It Never was and never will be
anda don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
It never was and never will be
You're not real and anda can't save me
Somehow now you're everybody's fool