I wonder if I would ever achieve my goals in the future
I hear my mom's cooking every morning
I see a city covered with fog, though not everyday
I want my life to be successful
I am shy
I pretend to listen to someone talking
I feel the things that I tough with
I touch the paper and pencil that I'm writing with now
I worry if something goes wrong
I cry when I feel left out
I am shy
I understand things don't go the way it's supposed to be
I say that everyone has rights to certain things
I dream of my future goals
I try my best at everything
I hope things would happen to what I suspect
I am shy
By Rosanne Liu
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