There once lived a human, The human was shy.

  Now, he had reached his twenties, still couldn't understand life.

  His childhood was boring, he didn't remember anything quite right.

  Ever since he was a kid, every day, he had to fight.

  All he ever wanted, was to survive.

  I remember living every day, every night all the time.

  I was weak in everything; I was the only one, who couldn't climb.

  I remember forgiving myself, after every flaw I made.

  I was too coward to counter, too weak to fake.

  Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to survive.

  All I ever wanted, was to live a normal life.

  Nobody excepted from me, they all blamed my poor brain.

  Even though he was the one, who protected me till this day.

  I made a motto for myself, when I was not even ten.

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  "As long as I'm fine with, I'm fine with it."

  And it did protect me, from becoming broken.

  I was too small, too pure for the world.

  My peers were smarter, well, ordinary were the most.

  It was not something I liked, to be left behind.

  I hated myself all the more, when I couldn't shine.

  I was a kid, didn't know what's what back then.

  I needed someone, to teach me, to be a normal human.

  I searched for a teacher, for almost a decade.

  I hoped someone could find me and teach me to pave my way.

  I waited; I waited. Nobody came.

  Then, I turned twenty. Now, I was a shame.

  A shame on my family, my friends and my peers.

  Nobody came to me; nobody wiped my tears.

  I was broken at that time; It was really hard.

  Back then, I had two choices.

  End it all in one single moment, or to restart.

  I cooped up in my shady room, for one whole month.

  When I realized, the thought which just passed me,

  Was to do the most cowardly stunt.

  I despised myself to the fullest, I hated my whole being.

  I craved for instant pleasure; I went to being a lowly little thing.

  Then, that month passed. and I chose to start over.

  I stopped looking for help, I stopped looking for a teacher.

  I started searching myself, within the inner me.

  I started learning fundamentals, like how to walk, and, how to breathe.

  It wasn't easy, I'd say.

  It took me three years, to learn how to walk.

  To learn to listen, to learn how to talk.

  It took me three years, to learn how to breathe.

  To learn how to cook, and how to brush my teeth.

  I stopped looking for external validations, I stopped asking for cake.

  I started to like me more, as I stopped looking for dates.

  I've found a bit of the answer, to the question "Who I am?"

  I've found that I'm a good adapter, given the chance.

  I trusted my instinct and went to look for myself.

  I went to the rock-bottom, to find out about how deep was my well.

  It took me around five years, to reach to this point.

  Where I'm past my all traumas, and things that were annoying.

  I'm still learning as I grow. I'm only twenty-two.

  My thirties will be my peak time, I'm telling you.

  Let this anthology be my journal, my diary, my cue.

  So, always remember Sokomon, "I'll always love you."

  I'll always love you.

  # poem no.2