I ask my slef Why ?
Why does she talk...

My feeling will never be clear
For you or me too understand for they are too far...

I hear the clock strikes eleven
I hope i make it to heaven...

Living one day at a time
it's hard you know...

Used to be a Haiku but w/e
Watch the sky pass...

Summer was just starting off to a good start or so...

I walk these lonely streets
no knows the things that I see...

Why dont other people know the secrets we keep?
Why dont other people know the truth we fear...

So now i want to say a couple of things to you it...

This is me....
I am my own person...

I hate feel all diffrent ways but i guess that...
I know what i am feeling i know where its coming...

Word can't tell how i am feeling
But after all, action speek louder than words...