(Written May 2001, at age 14.)
When my mind clogs with past memories,
When my eyes blur with tears,
When I cannot but wonder about the future,
When I face unknown fears,
I think why must I leave those I love?
Why should I go amongst those who don’t know me?
That a person needs to be with near and dear ones,
Why can’t this fact the world see?
But maybe I am in the flow of emotions,
Maybe it is only a psychological resistance,
Maybe it is I who needs to be corrected,
Maybe change is the cause for existence.