Don't let other people define you;
Don't let the fear of perfections and failures;
Hold you back.
You will make mistakes;
But that is a part of growing.
Be who you are;
Don't give up.

Thank you for writing my story;
Thank you for bringing me to life;
Thank you for everything;
Thank you God.

I made a glass wall;
To see things clearly and to protect myself.
But all through this years;
I was drowning with fear.
I wasn't sure anymore,
If this things were all true;
I feel blue.
But what can I do?
After all, I made this wall.
But when I saw it get shattered;
I actually felt relieved.

"It's been a while"
That hit me hard.
How can you still smile?
When you are the reason,
Why my world turned upside down.

The warm breeze of the blue sea;
Blue tangs swimming around;
And bluebirds flying freely.
Falling petals from a blue rose;
Blue butterflies hanging upside down;
And its blooming beginning that shows.
I'm always blue;
But I wish I'm that kind of blue.

Undying sadness;
Undying tears;
Undying pain;
But a dying soul.

We started from enemies;
Until we became allies.
We became closer and closer;
Until we were struck with limerence to each other.

Our love for each other was ineffable;
And we treasure each other.
But there was an accident;
That flipped our entire lives.

We protected each other;
And in the end, we died together.
Our lives maybe ephemeral;
But our love will last forever.

What happened to us proved the promise that we made for each other;
"Till death do us apart."

Poem is the art and emotions of the person writing it;
It is a gift and a friend whom we can lean on anytime.
We read it when we're sad;
And there we can find some inspiration and courage;
To continue our lives bravely and not give up.
We read it when we're angry;
To calm ourselves and think thoroughly.
We write poems to express the feelings and thoughts that we have;
We write poems to give inspirations and to motivate others.
It is maybe just words but through writing and reading poems, we can clearly see and understand the reality ;
All of us maybe read the same poems, but truthfully we read it differently and have different thoughts about it.
But what we have in comparison is that, we read and write poems because it is a cure to us in any emotions that we have and we need it in our lives.

I'm dying;
But my heart is still beating.
I'm lifeless;
But I'm still breathing.
I'm crying;
At the same time I'm laughing.
Everything has it's opposite;
And I'm in the opposite side;
Waiting to be found.

We use makeup and clothes as an armor.
We use makeup to cover our scars;
We dress up to look confident and strong.
We use it differently;
Some used it to make themselves more beautiful;
Some used it to protect themselves from getting bullied, mock and etc.
Not just by using makeup and clothes as an armor,
But we should also use who we truly are as an armor.
Never forget about your true selves just because you use makeup and clothes as an armor,
But we should also embrace and love ourselves for who we truly are.
Covering up scars and dressing up to look confident and strong is just a quality of our armor ;
But what we really have as an armor is ourselves.

I'm tired of crying every night
I'm tired of being in pain
I'm tired of getting mood swings and having unstable emotions
I'm tired of being scared and lonely
I'm tired of having negative thoughts
I'm tired of being unhappy
I'm tired of hiding my pain
I'm tired of fighting this pain
I'm tired of being like this
I'm tired of everything
I'm tired of being tired
I just want to end this

Accept the pain for you to grow and gain;
Accept the rejection for you to become
stronger and more confident;
Accept your shortcomings for you to see that you've always done your best in everything;
Accept yourself for who you are;
And be proud of yourself.

I am I;
I am me;
I am myself;
I am just who I am.

It's morning;
The sun is burning.
Rise and shine;
Make your thoughts be fine.
Define your own style;
And start your day with a smile.

It's raining;
I'm running;
It's confusing.
What should I choose?
Continuing or Leaving?

I'm a witch;
Yes, I'm a witch.
I always fly with my broomstick;
To runaway from pain and sadness.
People say I curse princesses and make poisonous potions;
No, they're wrong,
Those are my medicines.
I make them for me to be okay and comeback to my senses.
Yes, I'm a witch;
And I'm not okay.

If you'd ask me who am I;
Then my answer would be "I don't know".
If you'd ask me what do I like;
Then my answer would be "I don't know".
If you'd ask me why do I don't know;
Then my answer would be the same.