im not sure

another journey.
this is my book- my life.
u hold my hand.
u hug me.
u kiss me.
u close to me.
u touch me.
u laugh me.
u tease me.
but im not sure.
if all that is what i feel.
because when i look back, everything just not as good as it seems.
before your door open for me, u already build a wall in front.
apparently that wall is defending yourself of what will hurt you.
including me.
before the flower bloom, u already accuse the flower is poison.
isnt that flower trying to bloom beautiful innocently killed by you?
its sad.
its hurt.
its upsetting.
if you think that all of the flowers in the world are the same,
then i'll be one of them because you just never give a chance see the difference in me among them.
i'll just wait someone that can see me that i'm different and unique.
because i have feeling.
i want to feel special.
i want to feel i'm different.
i want to feel i'm unique of my own talent.
just like how i will love a person.
i will make that person, the only one in this world.
if only, the door is open for me...