Like dirt under a rug, I am brushed quickly away. I can't understand or explain why. Amounted to fear, I have been trying to speak. I must have made this man my friend. \This man made me feel unwanted in this land, It was strangely dazzling. I was afraid to talk, So, it took me one hundred and thirty-six hours to speak. The weather's personality was making me feel better, But didn’t help me much. I was determined to rediscover myself. In fact the fear was finally gone. I felt mysteriously relived. The thunderstorm I had been, It disappoints the people in the country. The books tell me that I had been filled with hate, Only to feel good. It feels as if the world finally forgives me.