I want to free myself to ataraxia
But however, my past won't let me do
There is nothing much well, well but still sometimes it's hurt
To avoid all the mental staleness
I became nefelibata
But they took it into another way,
that how I met him for the first time
Nobody knows anything about him
Just his name,
My friend once said, express yourself
But I believe in tacenda
Coz I am thantophobic
Even if I won't show it, I still care for some people
Even if I say I don't care about anything, but trust me I do
But I am typa girl, I will give you my everything
But will stop talking if ever felt anagapesis

Everyone thinks I am blatherskite
But If you listen and read all my work carefully you will find out the truth about the...
And yes this is the true me

What you see often is not me! That's my alter
True me is so insouciant
I laugh I cry, I get sad very often
They know me as just 18 year old
But I want them to know me as irrealist
Yes I am a writer and I often write things
Sometimes it relates to me... sometimes I just write whatever comes to my mind
There are a lot of secrets that I have whelve in my heart about me
But one day I will show the world the true me!!
My state is confusing, even it to me
I don't know whether I am happy or I am sad
I am going to remove the filter
But everything looks so mackle

Removing the filter, lead to peripeteia to my lifestyle,
people gonna see the real me
Some gonna hate, some gonna love
But I don't really care
Coz this time it's the real me
Whether you accept me like this, or not I don't care
But this time I won't hide my true self behind the filter
I am going to make myself the filter free.

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