Nothing

I want everything,

But I know nothing,

I hate to be lonely,

But I love to be with nobody.

I’m happy with friends,

But I am a foreign,

I’ll be there when they cried,

But if it’s me, I wiped mine.

People love when I smile,

But why don’t I?

I’m in love with stories,

But I don’t know what it means.

But the end of this writing,

There really is nothing.

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Sunday, April 10, 2011