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.

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.

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.

Crying red rose;
Life's written in prose;
Everything is in chaos;
Throes of dreams that shows.

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 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 was a vague memory.
I can barely remember your face;
Nor remember your voice.
But my love for you was redamancy.

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.

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.

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

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.

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