He was so talented
But he always stayed sad.
He tried to escape from all his problems through his pen.
He tried to keep a distance from society
And live alone, without any help.
He has enough, and in his heart had no strength.
He thought he was an item in a life like a movie,
In an innocent world without evil or sin,
He barely even knew the outside world.
He was reserved within himself all of his life,
He hid inside his image.
He was ashamed to be himself so he wrote in the second person -
My hero in fact is ………. Me.
