Puppet-Blood-Lighter by Aziz AlSumaiti

I was a puppet that used to be controlled by the community. My smiles are held by the  compliments and the criticism. My voice is sung by the voice of others shaming me. my personality is shaped the way the community  thinks it’s beautiful. my thoughts were deeper than ever. I was allowed to have thoughts that nobody agreed on, At least that’s what I thought. Continue reading

Maze by Aziz AlSumaiti

I’ll go through a none existent maze with the risk of dying; but when I was alive, a none existent maze that i build with my own boundaries. I was going through it alone, so I don’t get help from others. I’ll go through it at night, just so I don’t socialize. I’ll go with the darkness that holds me down, I’m going there with a death wish. I’ll go there so I die and never have to kill myself. I’m going there with hope that I get lost so I find myself again before it’s too late. I’m going there alone, yet looking for people; I’m talking to people that aren’t there for me, yet I think that they’ll help me; but they’re using me instead.