Listen to the pounding of my heart.
Beating to absent sounds.
There's laughter in my eyes
Tears on my pillow.
My life is beautifully tragic

Happy, gloomy
A music with abundant rhythm
Yes, my life is the author of many stories.

I know, I have an unusual way of living
But they've not see me for me
They say I am a lone weirdo
My life is full of stories untold.

Maybe I am
Maybe I'm not
My life still follows
The pattern of some indited poem

@ibkaq