Who are you?

by Monireh Ghaedi

My face never shows who I am

People read me calm, kind, and quiet

Inside I am angry with myself, with the world

The rose is my feeling

I break easily when the leaf falls

I tell my sense to the sea, rain and nature

I feel people don’t understand me

People, is it hard to understand me? 

I am a curious about everything around

Small smell I smell

Small sadness made me sad 

I am alone, but I have friends

The corner of the room is my place