Confession As A Man Poem by Eddi Hong

High hopes, understand less.
Big anxious, yet feel less.
Every stories, assumed clueless.
Was it fearless, or just reckless?

It was overwhelmed those days.
The existence of one's story is fading with the season.
Far as the eyes could catch, vanish like a dust along the way.
And each hours passing with mixed emotions bitten.

Turns out, I still cant figure it out.
Is it too easy to misinterpret feelings as an expectation for relation?
Care as yearning of love,
Kindness as emotional support,
Help as existence acknowledgement,
Convo as seeking home.

Alas, the only friend became a hollow one.
I was use to be a loner one.
'Till I got familiar with your existence along.
Now I am being asked once again to be in that first zone.

Advises aren't needed.
Sincerities are priorities.
Then again, you mistook about it.
Altering stories, is what changing everything.

Pond in the well, behind the slum.
Need none healer, for my feelings of numb.