Behind closed doors, there is another part of me that not many see.
A patch of midnight blue conquers the night—
Unreadable and unpredictable,
Emotionless, insecure and closed up,
Hurt, alone, strong, and lost.
A deep thinker at times but nonetheless
Pessimistic.

But once the light hits the windows of this cornered space,
A ray of rainbow fills the room, scaring away the darkness—
As open as a book and mind as simple as one plus one,
Sounds of laughter will fill the air,
A batch of smiles and full of life.
Not a moment of dullness ahead,
And certainly not lost.
Radiating sunshine towards the world,
And most importantly,
Optimistic.

You’re walking in a crowed street,
Heads down, shuffling your feet as you move,
Walking aimlessly as your mind wanders off into nowhere.
Unaware of your surrounding;
People push you here and there,
They bump into you not bothering to even apologize
or spare a moment to take a glance at you.
Suddenly, a raindrops fall from the sky,
And many start to follow.
Now one by one, the strangers disappear into thin air
And you become the only person, still walking
You look up and to the right,
You see the cold wind carrying a crumpled piece of paper in the air.
To the left, you notice a street lamp gives its last flicker of light and fades away into the darkness.
And soon, like the light, you vanish into the darkness.