While deceiving ... To a friend ...

A year ago now I can not expose everything I did nothing but deceive Even in a quiet evening in the morning and daytime I could not keep deceiving I was not myself Even if I was spoken to by people, I was deceiving I am not me refusing to live Another person I do not know myself Weak self that can not keep a promise Scared of the wind at night blowing the wind It gets depressed by the rain sound that it rains Only the futon was the place where I was I hate the light of the moonlit night and closed my eyes Even my favorite songs hated me like that. Continue to deceive something I can not see I am over here for the death trial and now I am here It is useless now that you can definitely get over it There is a day when you can appreciate a small flower            Poet ~ Now people ... to my friends ...