A friend or an enemy?

Talking with you

sometimes makes me feel

Like I am living in a glass house

You can see everything that I do

And I can't hide anything from you

For you, I am an open book

That can easily be read

And copied for everybody for free

I don't like that

I resent that

Who are you anyway?

False Promise

This should be heaven

But why do I feel so out of place

With both my feet tied to the ground?

Heaven as it seems,

This is only a mirage,

So please keep your promises to yourself

As I believe time will soon reveal

The truth behind your scheme

-- By Handayani Pratowo