Who knows?

Why death after live,
Why emotions with no care,
Why thrive to survive,
Why decisions that's unfair?

Where's that white dove,
Flew away out my window pane,
What is it about true love,
Pleasure I desire with unbearable pain.

Secrets underlying secrets,
Truth that was never made known,
The truth that became a myth that never exists,
The underlying painful truth that I had made my own.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

A child in Me

An innocent child,
Who wants to smile,
Who wants to learn,
Who is always happy.

A stubborn child,
Who hates delays,
Who hates waiting,
Who is always grumpy.

I am just a child,
In this mature body,
Underneath this face,
Is simply a child hiding.

I am being a child,
Who wants to play,
Who wants to fit in,
Who needs pampering.

I know not why,
I know not how,
I know not what,
I know not who.

I am a child,
Teach me Sir,
Please guide me,
Teach me dear Sir.

Things I know not,
Things I need to know,
Things I want that I need not,
Things I need and I have not have.

Teach me Sir,
How to love me,
When others mock me,
Teach me to be strong Sir.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts