what i write, is my mood.

U.S.

I can see the pain, guilt, sadness, and being

alone.

I can also felt the same way,

Can you show me even though I already

saw and felt?

Because I'm fully afraid you might think

ended up corrupting your body and let

your soul free.

Show me.

The unrevealed secret is still haunts me,

I just known you weren't just as fine,

You smile; as the way you cry hard.

You laugh; as the way to talk out loud.

You socialize; as the way you were use to

be alone

I am me.