Little Bird- Feera

IMAN L’FEERA SYAHRIL AZHAR (2019994213) cc: Hi everyone! I am Iman L’Feera and I am the writer of the peom you have just listened to. Thank you so much for wtaching! On new year’s eve I was sent to the…

Little Bird- Feera

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IMAN L’FEERA SYAHRIL AZHAR (2019994213)

cc: Hi everyone!
I am Iman L’Feera and I am the writer of the peom you have just listened to. Thank you so much for wtaching!
On new year’s eve I was sent to the emergency ward due to my mental illness but with support from friends, I am able to stand on my feet
once again.
I wrote this poem as I have always felt that I am at my lowest point in life but nobody would take it seriously
because I am the happy person that I am and will always be

Personally I have always depended on different coping mechanisms like retail therapy, keeping myself busy by redecorating my room, building furniture, and anything of the like
But I am done coping, I want to be happy. I am finally manning up and seeking help.
So should you if you feel the same way.
From this video,
I just want to tell the audience that even the happiest people can feel the burden of sadness and it is always important to be
kind because you never know if the person next to you is completely broken

So I would just like to thank everyone, those in and not on video. I want to tell you that you are the reason why I am still here.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

THEME: LIFE IS A DREAM

POEM:
Frail, broken, weak,
Is what was left of the soft bird,
She had always thought she was the strongest of the flock
Only to find out she never was when she awoke with a broken wing one evening,
“What had I done wrong?”
“Was it because of my vibrant wings?”
“Or was it because I came from a different breed?”

Anger, furious, livid,
She sets off to change her course of life,
“I will be better off without them”
“Let’s change everything”
Deep inside she knows that she is losing her grasp on reality

Sorrow, lethargic, void,
Her life improved and she got everything she wished for
But she was far too tired
Far too deep in her paradise
She took one glance of what she had built
And she let go