who are you?
you’re not my diary, nor brother
you’re not my teacher who can give me lecture
or boss who can give me instructions and view my confidential papers
you’re not even my buddy…
and even sometime i think, you don’t have any right and authority to find out about me
why i was so dumdum letting it out? you are mean and made me upsad most the time
and i still forgive you
although you don’t trust me, i put mine without doubt
till now
they’re all because you are my friend…
