Confuse

In the Name of Allah the Most Gracious the Most Merciful

I am miss the old me,

the one who talks a lot,

the one who can raise up my hands whenever I want to either in class or lecture,

the one who can speak up bravely,

the one who has a lot of friends.

Yes,today I miss old me,

old myself.

Syafiqah Mohd sakri who was in my early teenage years.

Today,

the situation is different.

I want to talk but my voice only can shout in my heart,

I want to speak,

I want to give opinions,

Huh..

When I met my old friends,

that was the best moment I can get because I can be totally the old me.

The one who can speak more than anyone else,

the one who can show feelings very well.

However,

as long as I realised,

the past and the present has their own pros and conts.

p/s: hati aku bermonolog benda lain,tapi kenapa aku tulis benda lain.Haishhhhhhh...