Why does others misunderstood?
That the poem creations in me seem so good.
Don't they see my potential?
With my skills, God made me special.
I hid it like a Christmas gift unopened,
And like a fruit tree has never ripened.
I'm a bit afraid what others may see,
Cause if mistake done and they do bully.
I had loved a person, mother by name,
Thursday, September 19, 2013