This May 14, millions of my countrymen will once again troop the polling stations to cast their votes for the legislative and local elections. In a country where elections are often smeared by fraud and money politics, I cannot help but worry of another disorderly election day, full of political drama. Even as of this writing, the drama has already begun.

The last time I voted, I chose the lesser evil. Frankly speaking, I saw no one capable of running the government. I never believed the campaign vows, from one aspirant who promised to readily uplift the lives of the Filipino people; to another, who said that every child would enjoy good education. The administration party boasted well-developed social welfare programs. The opposition claimed the best pro-poor agenda. OK, leave me alone!

"I'm so tired of being here. Suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. 'Cause your presence still lingers here. And it won't leave me alone."

I am so tired of my country's constant politicking. I am dog tired of reading tales of mockery that no one ever loses in a Philippine election - because either one won the election or was cheated. Most of the time, I dream that the scalawags would just all leave their offices and surrender the posts to whomever is deserving of the people's trust. Their lingering presence makes me puke.

"These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase."

A number of these politicians have already wreaked havoc to the country's stability and therefore must stop. Why would they continue to fool and play mischief with the poverty-stricken, uneducated majority? Quick thought: They have vested interests. The wounds inflicted are awfully painful (declining education quality, millions of jobless citizens, etc.) that time cannot erase.

"You used to captivate me by your resonating life."

These hungry-for-votes office seekers captivate the masses through the facade of a genius who has rounded up enough academic achievements and previous political posts. However, beneath the mask they wear in public are false hopes and broken pledges.

"Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams."

Thus, what kind of life will be ahead for the Filipinos? With the campaign now in full force for the coming voting, it scares the heavens out me to see the same faces continually propagating a massive deception. While their faces smile in assurance of a sweet victory, the hungry faces to the contrary could only hope for food provision on their tables and the fulfillment of the promises of rescue.

"Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me."

As the campaign now taps the popular video-sharing YouTube, their mouths cackle in perpetuity like a perfectly memorized hundred-page oration. I never liked the sound of their voice-they sound like irritating chipmunks. This type of flesh-pressers is definitely making me insane to the max. Sigh deepest. Unless these politicians lose in the May election, the Philippines and its people will forever be in between Scylla and Charybdis, or between the devil and the deep blue sea.