A keen bird in me fly high in skies open and transparent to the world it was for I believed it should be so! my own presumptions maybe someone could relate to me But... I have had been amiss each time They listen to me and makes me feel they are concerned and can relate to me my worries, complications and dillema Even they console but at the end of the day Am broken and hurt from within deeply when I see I'm being mocked and taunt Am being under estimated because I shared the inner me suffering I've always found and have realized ''There is no one honest to you except your own self'' & ''There is no one better than you who could understand you'' Since then the free bird residing within me accepted the way belongs to seclusion Though the solitude confines my feelings but aren't they good to escape from fake assurance and concern I break the silence in sole my heart feels secure...