So finally my birthday it is, why do I not feel happy?
It seems like just any other ordinary day to me.
Sitting here on the bus as I look out the window
I noticed the trees swaying as though waving hello.
Today�s my birthday, how do they know?
Maybe its just a coincidence, but why do they wave so?

Then my mind took me to a new dimension
Branching about without any reconciliation
I began to think what I would be in 10 years.
As seasons rearrange, will I change?
Suddenly I ask myself, who am I?
Sometimes why don�t I fit in with society?
Is it my abnormality or just my individuality?

Closing my eyes I picture myself an artist, a writer, and a loner.
But really, I am a simple person with an intricate mind
I seek knowledge, peace, and freedom
I like sophistication but also eccentricity
Many say I have quite a personality.

I�m an artist I observe every action
Though with my poor eye sight, I am very keen
I notice lines, colors, and reflection
I bring out people�s character that has never been seen
Even so, I keep my own feelings confined
So deep that hardly anyone could see
Bear in mind, what you think isn�t the real me
This is why I am often misjudged so easily.

I�m a writer I enjoy composing poems
And through them my feelings are shown
I am not oral but more of a written
I hate gossips and I wish not to start one
By my constitution they are forbidden.
Because of this, I worry what people say about me
At times I feel people are talking behind my back
Is it just my imagination or is it a fact?

This is why I am often a loner.
I love to sit alone by the ocean.
Letting my mind wonder aimlessly about
Getting in touch with nature gives me great satisfaction
Figuring what would be my best route
At times like these�is when I gain inspiration.
I stand tall and envision myself with great satisfaction.