It seem to be the only way I can communicate..
With words and riddles written, because I struggle speaking out with feelings hidden..
It\'s sometimes hard with my vocabulary being small..
It\'s like searching for a crowd in a empty hall..
Forever waiting for the invitation to that popular ball, but not knowing anyone is like eating alone in a crowded mall.
Writing my tangled emotions and feelings to post for the world to see..
No matter how many viewers that read , still no one will ever know me..
Even though, I\'m still at peace, because it\'s not about me..
In this little world of our lives, we are all poetry..