 In my shoes, I carried myself water, in a sack of litter, and the whole world thinks I'm crazy, while a thousand more things that I'm walking while sleeping, it's just that the whole world is mask. It's just that we are in two different worlds, separated apart, and all the two worlds have different stories. But then they're too busy noticing my trouble rather than seeing the potentiality in me. So they don't have time to see what I'm capable of. They have no time to see my skill and appreciate what I can do. They have no time to invite me to contribute to the global agenda and make me speak to the whole world. How I wish we could try to choose maybe that can make us understand each other better. And put on the human face of course and look at me as you look at yourself and think of me as you think of yourself. But if only we can also exchange our colds and you feel the heat I feel inside. When you look at me with the rejection, the face of frustration you give me, the face of hatred. I mean if I'm going to speak about hatred, I just hate the reason as to why I still look at you as a human being and call you a brother. But burning inside you is a hatred, not the brotherhood that is burning inside of me. I still feel the need of shaking your hand and calling you a brother, calling you my father, calling you my uncle, calling you my sister, my aunt, my mother. And most importantly, calling you a friend and a human being. Because even families will no longer become families. And at the same time, you build friendship and they become a part of the family. And the family that is giving back to you is the same family that is giving you rejection. I mean, your bloodline kicks you out. You're outside asking for a family and they still give you rejection. I wish we could tread shoes, but that will make us understand each other better and that will take time. Now that you know my story, I wish I'm not yours.