There is no one to accept my mistakes,
the love wasn't true it was a sake,
the boundaries were high, I know it would taken so much time to make,
but just a fraction of words to break,
the person who gave me birth, couldn't understand me today,
who said person giving birth can't stay away,
it's not my hand written, it was part from the whole play,
the broken pieces were from the long stretched ray,
the person who squeezed my hands while holding it,
now, he is afraid of touching my fingers, I dont know how to fit,
there are many people to ask me how I feel,
but there is no one to accept what I am ready to reveal,
the...