What troubles me?
Is it the way I think?
Or because of too much imaginations?
Could it be?
Taking things literally is what I am.
I read others thoughts through their eyes.
Like the magical people in Siam.
What I think is what it is to me.
That's too much for my introductions.
Now, it's time to tell my illusions.
Not just illusions, but a common life not worth-telling story.
I don't think I need to say, "I'm sorry!"
When I said to a friend the other day
What I leaned and felt the night before that day,
Her response wasn't what I expected:
She replied with only two words: "That's good."
I expect her to give me advices and praise.
At those times, I didn't say grace,
After receiving her response.
I'll never want to be with her for the last chance.
This question came to my mind:
"Is she my friend"
I felt betrayed and unwanted.
She claimed to be my "best friend"; did she resign?
I am confused and troubled.
"Do I have friends?" I babbled.
I grew up with no trusting friend.
Our friendship, my friend, I will end.
I looked at her as my first and closest friend and sister.
But now she's only a plain friend and teacher.
I don't want to end this little friendship,
But I grew up in a different ship.
She grew up with friends.
I grew up with none.
She has lots of actions to never reach her ends,
But I do lots through thinking alone.
I need help, but who'll I reach.
I need guidance, but who'll I seek.
I do know there's a perfect person,
The person in God, JESUS.
From now on, I'll think of him 'til dawn
And no more to my human friend.
He's perfect not in a fuss
And forever and ever not until the end.
I'm sorry my good friend,
But I am born this way.
If you want to be my friend forever,
Try to reach me in any way.
