Sunday, March 18, 2007
I Am Poem

I wonder if everybody will be my friends
I hear people's mind
I see people' heart
I want to know them
I am outgoing and reliable
I pretend to be cunning
I feel everyone leaves me alone
I touch my heart and ask my mind
I worry I will be cunning
I cry when I loose my friends
I am outgoing and reliable
I understand I am not cunning
I say people like me
I dream I walk around whole world
I try to find everyone
I hope they would be my new friend
I am outgoing and reliable