This is a tribute to a poem by Aki Hisui. It is called Its me and the words.





They are not sucky but just the truth.

The truth that the world tries to hide

While it is crying itself to sleep every night after it has tried to die.

But it has to big, it has to be new.

It has to be something more than what you are used to.

So never lose your expression, your true inner self,

and never try to put it up on the closet shelf.

You can never be the best, Do not even try. Your tries will die, And have there ashes thrown into the sky. Be true to your soul, and you will be free,

Besides, in the end you are exactly like me.