Have anda ever just stood there looking into angkasa wondering why its not anda who has the pretty face people say your ugly and just dont belong but they cant tell anda who to do be your face is not right atau wrong your pretty in your own way its not them who makes your hari be happy for who anda are your pretty within your hati, tengah-tengah and soul anda have happy self control anda only get once chance at life anda happiness has no price stay the way anda are no body can tell anda who to be.
(hello people i am lebih happy now ok so i did another poem and it was actualy happy this time)