Like a flick knife, I Change my mood, Slashing every thing coming towards like a father defending his child, Keeping unwanted away.
I laid on my bed, Thinking what have I done. My conscience guilt, I went down to help I also feel the same. Short temperted Wanting to be alone but noe is Likely to be Impossible Just be alone in the entertainment, drinking milk shake Chilling out the frustration, sitting at the edge of the ice ring. Ponder of the impossible It all felt the same.
