In the dark time of my past
which to me a nightmare,
I'll hold on to one thing
that has brought me this far.

When I flash on the past
It leads to confusion and depression,
But the past is a lesson
which shears great motivation.

When I look back my life,
I see pain, despondency, msitakes, and heart-sickness.
When I look in the mirror,
I see fortitude, learned lesson, self-esteem, and fearlessness.

All those moments of
discomfort, frastruation, stress, and tension,
Mistakes happened by situation
not by any sorts of intension.

That's all what gives you wisdom
Which leads you to ultimate destination.

As I kept lementing
my bummer antecedents,
Those sleepless nights, anguish and tears
became my real strengths.

At the end,
I started to write
my endless painful Stories,
But didn't realise
these stories became my remedies.