Life
What do I know about it
Just the sadness, joy, the gift and the curse

But where do I start
Maybe from the joy, happiness and pain my Mom felt
When I was born

I never knew pain as a child
Cos the pictures told me that I was a happy child

But my memories of that is faded
Washed away from the hurt I learnt to experience in my heart
Now I wear a mask constantly showing happiness
To hide what I hold inside

I alone know the pain this feeble organ has gone through
I alone know of the hole inside which can only be filled with happiness
So my...