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..

                              by  John Lee