I don't know what to feel anymore...
I have been so busy trying to accommodate myself to other people that I forgot who I actually was. I look out of the car window and some thought comes into my mind. I shake my head and press them in trying to ignore it.
But then at night, there is nobody looking at me. I sit up on my bed and tears roll down my cheeks. I don't even know why I am crying but I silently sob lulling myself to sleep.
Next morning, I stare at my puffy red eyes and the same thoughts pop back into my mind. But this time I take my journal and write it down.
After I am done, I look back at the whole thing and see the harsh truth staring back at me dressed in form of a beautiful poem.
....This is a book of poems filled with originality...
I am proud to say that they are MY works.