poem

just want to know
what does world know..
about me?
I’m beautiful
shadows of my past
forgotten depressions
fears & doubts
(is that all?)
after years it will seem worthless

poem

you told
that I was paranoid
but I’m not.. thanks
I’m just different

poem

I often remember
first things
that have not ever happened
fictitious things
that have never ever happened
(they are the most beautiful)