Rain shot me with a rifle,
as he jumped down hard from the skies...

My favourite place of all,
is a place where I belong...

Am I loved?
Or am I hated...

I sometimes wonder,
how life itself evolved...

A for the absence of bad and unhappy air
B for the balloons and the big birthday cheer...

*I wrote this poem in 2005, it's not very good but...
As i lie on the grass...

Home alone one night,
curled up on the couch...

Everyone is unique,
not one person is the same...

Sitting outside, in the bright sunshine
Admiring our presents, which are so fine...

This feeling is blossoming,
I've never felt something this strong...

I feel so lost,
like I don't belong...