Ah,
so many things inside me that I want to say out,
Things which contain,
My sadness.
My happiness.
My fear.
My thoughts.
Does anyone actually know how happy I am really felt at times?
Does anyone know that my inner self is scare or sad or hurt at times,
Even though I still laugh and smile like normal?
Well,
I guess no.

I want to say all these things out,
I want to say out to dear.
I want to say out to my close friends.
But yet,
I just know it will not help me much.
Not that they don't understand me,
But because I don't even understand myself,
To let dear or my close friends to help me.
Hmmm,
I guess I will just have understood myself first.

Anyway I came across these paragraphs,
While browsing through my mail yesterday.
Shall just post it here ba.

"it's the heart dat's afraid of breaking, dat nv learns 2 dance.
it's the dream dat's afraid of waking, dat nv takes chance.
it's the one who always takes, who cannot seem 2 give.
&it's the soul dat's afraid of dying, dat nv learns 2 live.

when the nite has been 2 lonely & the road has been 2 long,
& u tink dat luv's only 4 the lucky & strong,
juz remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
lies a seed which wif the sun's luv in the spring,
becums a rose..."