Admission

It takes courage enough to admit

To be honest we are the same

A body with a head full of problems 

Forced to live side by side in a world 

whose contents are not just one or two continents

Learn to camouflage in different human forms

I want to introduce 

Those who do not dare to appear 

in front of the face

Who lie down and then whose latitude is broken

There is me who likes to swear at each other 

Sothat I feel better than them

There is me who withdraws from the environment 

Because it is more comfortable to be alone 

Without fear of being threatened

There is me who is joking all the time

Becomes a place for friends to complain

Does not hesitate to give a helping hand

Even though I need it more

Pretense, escape, sadness

The diverse me 

With a form of regret, anger, also despair

Sometimes it does not mean I am tired of forgiving

Or have not forgotten 

Or not being grateful for God's blessings

Am I too late in the situation or am I deliberately punishing myself because I feel that God's punishment is lacking?