Another part of me

I pretend that I can wrestle
I feel the coldness of hate
I touch the sun in their eyes
I worry that tomorrow may not belong to them
I cry when I want to cry
I am honest and kind

I understand that love is what you make of it
I say “ life at best is very brief”
I dream about death and birth
I try to love myself as I love my Nieghbour
I hope to travel the world, out of my bed .
I am honest and kind

Miidong