Sometimes i ask to myself, who are you? Why are you here?
What are you looking for?
I always keep asking me te same questions.
Then i thought, a long time and i found some answers
It's written right from the hart, it's not easy to write such a poem, so i hope you like it...

On the outside i'm hard, harder then a rock, i never break.
On the inside i'm weak, sometimes i cry on the inside and i laugh on the outside. I can not talk about who i really am because i'm affraid. Affraid because i'm very weak but they don't see it.

When it comes to love, i have a strange mind. People don't understand my point of view about love. Love is something that has to grow, it's not just something in the air that you feel, you have to breed it with your hart. Love is on the inside, not outside. Some ugly people are very beautifull in my eyes, some beautifull people are ugly because i don't see te outside.
Love is something wonderfull, not something where you can play games with.