I don't how or why it happened
but for real it *****--
the world is turning around up side down
making fun of me.
The audacity of life for giving me this irony.
*******-- I'm happy and yet you torture me silently.
Giving me this kind misery
that makes me think if this is the reality
or it is just still some sort of mystery.
*******-- for making me make this poetry.
I hate it, I really hate it.
I, who loved her first is having the little portion her life.
And you, you have her time, *******, I hate you, we both draw,
shares a same birthday-- in love with the same girl.
*******, please make her happy, please.
I hate you, bro.
But I'm happy both you.