Christopher Sugatan Fornesa

Back to Home, 12.8.2013.

If I knew no better.

If I knew no better I'd believe in curses,

The way they just leave at my very presence.

If I knew no better I'd think I was dead.

The fact, the truth in all the times that I'm shunned.

If I knew no better, I'd say I'm alien,

No one knows, thinks, or cares when I am in pain.

If I knew no better, I'd believe I'm trash.

My existence unknown, my struggles, ignored.

If I knew no better, I'd think I'm worthless.

All I am, and all I can be, diminished.

If I knew no better, I'd say I'm selfish.

Attention, it's what I lack, what I don't get.

If I knew no better, I'd say I'm ugly.

The looks, the stares, all the everlasting glares.

If I knew no better, I would be hopeless.

Helpless, beyond the grasp of ever being.

If I knew no better, I would just be screwed.

But I know better, so maybe I'm askewed.