I am a poet, or I like to call myself one. My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages; I rarely compose from glorious days. I’m inspired by the world, by people around me but mostly by my pain. I consider myself an introvert for you will rarely hear me speak, but on the other hand, I have much to say just not with my lips but with a pen. I hide behind ink and paper ready to write my feelings away.