Preword 008

I want to scream, because of pain.
Yet not the one that carries scars,
Or one inflicting damages to skin.
The one that buried deep inside
Of lonely heart that vined by thorns
From lack of understanding.
It’s hard to fathom thoughts of other,
Who each day show the different emotion.
Its’s hard to understand your value for another,
When answers cold and no in sight affection.
What should expect I? Emotions one on public…
More senseless gazing towards stars…
But no reaction toward warm and signs.
When feelings are so controversial,
We’re looking for the direct answers.