Bullets and spears charged from those who are mean
I got hurt but groans not heard, scars not seen
The night is calm and quiet from my window scene
But restless and deadly if you step into it

Yesterday was our school's Patriotic Month Celebration, our honorable headmistress, Datin Norihan was present, which was rare to see that.

I was performing yesterday, in the English Drama "The Mistake", the same drama we performed in the English Drama Competition in Victoria Institution. I was acting as a 7 year old girl, which doesn't suit me at all.

I slid off the black and white laces I used to wear, and put on cloths of frolic patterns with bright colours, and I look totally...... Not myself.

Michelle tied my hair into two ridiculous ponytails, I felt like whacking her in the face.

I shouted, I cried, I played......

I hate myself in this make up, this hair and this costume.

After the celebration ended, I went back to my class to put my things.

I saw Nuan talking to the maniac girl, she stopped her and walked to me and said, "I don't think you should wear this skirt." She left the crying maniac girl just to insult me.

I sneered, this bitch is insulting me, not in a straight way.

I went into the class, and I heard loads of mosquitoes whispering behind me, teasing me. I heard people bad mouth me... fine.

For a second, I'm thinking of getting a Shieldtox or whatever pesticides, and spray them towards these pests, killing them once and for all.

I walked back to my dwelling, and heard cat calls, whistles and lustful conversations from the males as I walked by. A few guys approached me, asking for my number and e-mail address.

These were the guys from the secondary school near my home.

They are flies and maggots searching for a new corpse.

And I'm back to myself again, in black and white lace, dwelling in the winter moon, and in eternal darkness of this forest.