I just want to live no more sometimes ,

But the burden of my mother's cry

drags me back to life .

I just want to quit sometimes ,

But the thought of my dreams 

forces me again to strive .

The true desires of my heart,

try to peep out through the holes of the veil covering them

Yet the rays of desires are blocked

again and again by the drapes thrown by my ownself.

If you search through my heart ,

you will find 

pain veiled in anger,

a strange loneliness hidden in crowd

endurance covering surrender 

A piece of me trying to cry out loud .

Often I wish "only if people understood me ",

Then I remember my inner cious ;

The two pieces of me in a continuous conflict

even if one wins , another me is at loss.