When I was first planning to make a book out of all my poetry, I decided to write a poem about the book itself as in intro. Even Though the book has not become reality yet, the Intro poem was completed. And here it is for you!

A little poem about disappointed people.

Living inside the Matrix against my will. The therapist is an Agent.

Why do they always look like me like I’m the one who’s crazy?

“…I think she may be a bit schizophrenic or something…You know delusional.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I knocked on the door anyway and they said I could go in.

A poem about the fictional world of Volcania.

My life is black.

Sometimes we forget the things we taught ourselves. Sometimes we remind ourselves for our own good and that of others.

Verses scribbled when feelings were quite raw, and so it lacks everything urban.

Go into the mind of a skitso series killer