every time someone asks me about myself,
i don't know what to say
because the truth is that
i don't know who am i.
i just stay there silently
looking for an answer
that is nowhere to be found.

Life is like the flowers:
when you water them,
they bloom like the most beautiful flowers ever seen.
As the time passes,
they keep growing & growing;
when you don't water them,
they wilt little by little
becoming the most fragile flowers of the entire world.
They keep on fading away
& their memories turn into dust
until there's nothing left to become beautiful again.

i'm a motivationless, emotionless,
hopeless teenager who is lost in the
deepest part of her soul & has no
clue how to find her way out.

your sweetest eyes come in contact with mine's
& i stay there wondering,
"why are you starting at me?"
are you counting every flaw
in every inch of my body?
or are you starting at me
wondering why a girl like me
walks with her head down all the time,
has a wrecked mind,
saves distance from others
& never talks about her past?

everybody has a thing they are really good at
but i don't
i don't have a thing
singing is not my thing
dancing is not my thing
drawing is not my thing
doing any type of sports is not my thing
playing any type of instruments is not my thing
acting is not my thing
modeling is not my thing
& it scares me
because that thing can open so many doors
full of opportunities
but i don't have a thing
i don't have a thing that can reflect how i am
or how i feel
or what i like
i don't have a thing that makes me different from everybody else
i don't have a thing or a talent
i don't have a thing
& it's like not having my ownself
or at least,
i don't have a thing so far
that can help me achieve my dreams
why don't i have a thing?