I always look out
Telling to myself who am really I,
Feelinv down inside of the four corner of the room
Waiting for myself to bloom,
People looks so happy of what they are now
While this is still me staying far.Hunting what am I
Like hurting on my own,
Book of my questions will get old in brown
Presence gonna frown,
Eyes gonna drown
My dreams won't be drawn.The moon rises
I feel so lonely without me,
Not knowing how to feel free
But won't deliver any plea,
Under the sky in blue
I am now standing with my pen.Never gonna lean in fake
I found the thing I'm looking for,
I already know who I am
Not under the tinted pain,
Not somebody's expectation
But the person with no exception.

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PoetryBe acquit from the past. Let your today cast As if it will never last. Sula't Tula : contains compiled poems.