I'm not sure
If this is a poem
Aren't poem suppose to be
beautiful?
I can't see how this is one
I can't see how I'm one

I'm not sure
Like, not even a bit
How is life could be so
painful?
How can life that has so many
laughters
and love
and you
could have been so
painful?

I'm not sure
I mean
Is it just me or
the whole world is just a ball of
disappointment?
Or is it just
me who is a big ball of
exactly
that?

I'm not sure
I love you
Really I do
Or perhaps
it's because I need to make sure that
you love me too
So I love you first
so perhaps
if I stay close
I can show you
how to love
how to love
me

I'm not sure
I'm not sure I can stay
It hurts too much
I beg for it to stop
But I'm not sure it has ear to listen to
my screams

I'm not sure
Can you make me feel sure?
I need
you
but I'm not sure
I'm not sure