I express myself in my words...
I choose to word my feelings and emotions rather than being loud....
I dwell in my own world of imagination...
so I get ready to paint the white rose red....
you may think I am crazy... and there;'s nothing abstract about it.. trust me!
you can presume I am odd and still I accept it coz I am not even...
I choose to be bizarre rather than being the same...
and it leaves me to ponder why I am the way I am...
contrast to this, I pride in thy self for being the being I am...
i may not do things that you presume me to do...
coz i am not the projection of your presumptions....
i accept to clay my life so as to shape it according to my belief..
you can call me an introvert but i touch more space than you ever thought of...
i keep my things to myself coz i trust myself ...
i speak not of love but of resentment coz love to me is undefinable..
so i choose to resent the love that people speak with prejudice...
I owe every bit of my life to the every piece of me...
I am indebted to the institute of humanity...
where i am treated for the equality of homos...
