There are certain thing that I hate about myself

That I can never share with anybody else

I know my imagination is better

Then why can't I think something good that I can dwell

I can write thousand poetries to express myself

And a hundred stories to tell everybody else

There is something bad inside me which is not coming out

But I know I am powerful enough to throw it out

I could be an optimist 

And be a picture that in everybody's heart gets fixed

My mommy says I am a repartee

That could sting anyone like a bee

I know mommy is right

But I don't want my imagination to run wild

One day I will unite something so impressive

That the world would say,"She is the only one we've been searching for centuries".......