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What do you know about me?
A girl with a glasses and long brown hair
A girl who laughs so much with her ridiculous voice
A girl who is a nerd
Who is shy
Who is sensitive
A girl who needs to be known

Do you know when I feel alone I watch the stars at 4am?
And I give names to them so they don’t feel alone like me
Do you know that I don’t cut my hair because they keep the memories of my life?
Do you know that I cry every time when I see that Chinese movie?
Do you know that I am touchy enough to cry to the smallest details?
No, you don’t
You don’t know my tears
You don’t know my fears

You don’t know, but I am afraid a lot of things in my life
I’m afraid of staying in the confined space
I’m afraid of singing in the people
I’m afraid of running in the rain
Because of fall
I’m afraid of falling into place
I’m afraid of falling in love
I’m afraid of showing my feelings
I’m afraid of stepping forward
Because of mock
I’m afraid of screaming to the people
I’m afraid of breaking their hearts
I’m afraid of talking too much
Because of being involuntarily rude

But behind this coward girl
I am a warrior
I am a fighter
I am a survivor
For my dreams
I revolted against the people
When I wanted to go another town
For my dreams’ school
They said
You cannot go because you are a girl
Because you are shy
You cannot live without your mom
You cannot handle all the difficulties

You don’t see how strong this girl
Do you?
Do you see the warrior, the fighter, the survivor behind those eyes?

A girl sees the cruel world
With her glasses and
A girl remembers her past
With her long brown hair
A girl forgets her sadness
By laughing with her lovely voice
Whenever I see you in the ***
My home comes to my mind
My mother’s haste of preparing breakfast
My father’s stress of being late for meeting
My brother’s crying for food
And I am waiting for you to be cooked
With strainer in my hand
I remember I threw your thin slices into a boiling oil
Which is my mother’s skillful hands sliced
Then I added a pinch of salt because
You know, I and my brother don’t like you without it

How would I know
We were related to our pain
Both of us are feeling the knife in our neck
Both of us are flaming in the fire
The only difference is
You suffer in the ***
I suffer in my heart

Now, I changed
I don’t care if you are
Sweet or insipid
Crispy or soft
Salty or saltness
I just want to eat you from my mother
And with my family, in my home
I WILL
NOT
BE
T
(HERE
WHEN
YOU
C
LOSE)
YOUR
EYES
While my hands are waving
Our song blows in my mind
It whispers gravely
Each melody breaks my heart
Like your words

While my hands are waving
I am waiting your rosy voice
Even it wraps me with lies

While my hands are waving
Our song plays on the piano
It is heard brokenly
Like your guitar
Like my feelings
And like us
I was mistaken
And alone
Even before my dreams murdered my past.
They had stolen my dog, my stars and my streetlamp.

The neighbor’s dog
Who shared my tears--
My screams no longer reach his ears.

The stars
That anchored me
Now drown in the depths.

The streetlamp
That every night illumined my dreams
Leaves me sleepless and alone.

And after those nights
I wake up again, a dark day for me.
A few withered trees, a ***** sea.

— The End —