Do you still call me a house ?
I sure resemble like one.
I have the foundation and I have the shape.
I surely stand up strong and straight.
Yet, something is still missing.
Is it the roof ?
Oh yes, its destroyed.
Is it the walls ?
Indeed, they are hollow.
How about the windows ?
Phew! are you kidding me!
Each day I am scorched by the sun,
Some days I am drenched by the rain.
And on some, the wind seems to be harsh.
But, every day I am overwhelmed by my best buddy.
My pain, to stand there just alone.
My pain, of living a purposeless life.
My pain, to not be able to shelter anyone.
My pain, to never give anyone a wee bit of happiness.
Yet, I have to stand.
I really don’t know why.
Maybe, I was destined to.
Maybe, I am forced to.
But, do I want to ?
I don’t know.
Nevertheless, I am still a house.
I shall stand.
In a hope that someone would build those walls.
In a hope that my roof will be fixed.
But, deep inside, I know that I can never be a house.