I should be happy but  i am not...
oh...here is scorching hot...

i want to cry...
no one cant feel my heart
so i should die...

i want to fly...
but on the sly...

maybe no one like my poems...
it s because no one feel my heart...
it is my problem...

i m so sad... sometimes i speak to myself..
others think i m mad...

my friend is my inner child...
i like her a lot...

some times she make fun of me
& i laugh a lot....