ME

Empty, dark, and customary
Eye beam is sharp with cold
Alone without friends
Together with smarting
Not something is making happy’s
Escept, a taste
And it’s much mysterious
Not was friend
And not wish friendly
In heart’s never smiling
But at the lips always smiling
It’s only a mask for them
Silent, mute, with weak
Usually laugh when wish search friends
Usually laugh in the alonely
And usually wish go home to last periode
It’s ME . . .