What is this?

It’s difficult word fo me
When I start to know what is my problem
Only a piece of a paper can understand what I’m feeling now
Like the deep problem
Start to end, and end to start

You make me fly in my dream
Like a free bird
Talking to you, how beautiful moment is it
But I just can put it off
And let it flow

I even cry and laugh
But, when I remember you again
I feel better..

So what is this?
Is this an illness?
Why can’t I go from this problem?
Is this teenage feeling?
That all my friends tell to me
How can I know this?
I really want to know this…

Padang, 24 mei 2011, in my bedroom, at 06.00