Me of I

It’s a true fact,
I don’t really act.

If you think about it,
You’ll doubt about it.

You not gonna find,
What lies in my mind.

Sometime I get mad,
It also make me sad.

A Mist

The crowd whispers.

Still sounds like,

I'm invisible.

Eyes wanders,

for one to see me.

Slowly a mist,

spread in.

I felt lonely.