Confession No. 3:
Every night at sleep, I cry onto bed. Thinking that maybe if I did, I would soon forget.
Once in a while, I would look out. Just to make sure if the stars were still.
If not, soon, the sky would cry. Just like me, the girl who weeps then smile.
If only I can form better words than this…maybe I could create a masterpiece.
All this time I felt alone, the loneliness would hunt me in my dreams.
I am the unwanted.