ME

He said me to have a hobby ... 

But he doesn't know that i still have mine . 

This is me, there is who i am . 

Sometimes i try , i try to speak , to tell the world what i have inside 

Then they say i am "crazy" , i am weird 

But i know ok 

i know all of that 

The only thing i want now is just you to help me 

I  thought that as i grew i must try to express , to tell the world ... 

But it was a lie , a lie to me . 

You know that , never try to change who you really are 

I try and it was a disaster ; 

So just try to know you better and more important than all to accept yourself 

If someone asks me "why do you  write ? " 

i will say '' i write because i cann't  neither cry and talk at the same time ,  nor laugh and fell at the same moment " 

Words for me means life . 

They are powerful 

 They can make war or do peace, they hurt 

And it always about  words that people kill others

My life , my feelings , my hopes , my fears , my happiness, my pain, all of me ... I cann't  express them better without writting . 

This is me