Im always wondering where my happiness will come through the door which will left ajar. Every second, minutes, days, months, years I spend my entire time waiting for something, someone. anything that can change my world into brighter, colourful place where i can almost see the greener side of my imaginary land. My fingers lay unmoving on this keyboard as I try to come up with words to express myself yet im sure its of no use. i couldnt find the right words to say, where to begin, how to end.My strengths aren’t noticeable. My weaknesses are plastered on my face.I practically have no self confidence. But I do not allow it to show. behind my horrible shell, my mask, i constantly need to remind myself never to forget it no matter what when wake up in the morning the first thing. The truth is,I haven’t discovered myself. My poems are my map That seem to lead…somewhere. Tarnished by my thoughts, i tried everytime to make myself feel confident and that im alright, i be okay, anything. But its always led to nowhere. I keep going back to square one, running around in circle.