When this disease comes
Everyone seems more cares
Everyone seems just aware
That I am not as perfect as they thought
That I am only an ordinary ones
That I need my own space
Which everyone does
That none could force me
To do the things they want
without knowing my feeling
and try to place in my shoes
now I have those serene
but… should it get coz of the disease?
and not when i am healthy?
Or its only a begin of new perspective
So they could see me in clear way now
Anyway… I am a bit release and serene
Hope the understanding not only in a while
Hopefully… I pray much more for my serene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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