Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 26

Happiness is anguish in disguise.
The room feels like a prison.
Then I see an open window.
It isn’t that far down.
PART THREE
I leave
A note for spitting man.
And think
About
Emotion.
And how
They ruined
Me.
Honesty
Is limpid.
But painful.
And love?
It’s a test to me.
Somedays
I sit on the roof.
Praying.
Those days
When I am truly lost
I pray
For a map
That will guide me.
Back to reality.
Back to myself.
Back to love.
But I don’t wish for everything.
If I did,
What would be left to wish for?