Some of them cope out with their anxiety
Some of them try to escape from reality
Some of them learn more about honesty
In my poem, I appear in many forms
Sometimes, I become a lonely girl
Sometimes, I’m being powerful
Sometimes, I just act like a kindergarten student
Childish? Yes, I am!
What do you expect?
I’d like you to dive in my dark brown eyes
so, you’ll know what lonely looks like
I’d like you to trapped in my poem
so, you’ll know how the darkness works well on me
Pitiful? Yes, it is!
Then, how do you escape from this jail?
Yogyakarta, September 6th, 2019-11.24 a.m.