I'm a rebel at heart.
I am an independent soul looking for the right time to be set free.
Whatever I do, I still remain a chameleon in the midst of a never-ending desert.
I'm your resident ghost.
I live but you'll never hear me breathing.
I work but you only see the results.
And I love, but you only see the friendship.
I'm good at hiding, and I'm good at hiding secrets.
If I'm your friend, then I'm your friend, and all the functional extensions that come with it.
I only speak to those who listen.
I am an antique wardrobe, so sturdy that I can even be your coffin.
I laugh at those who spite me; I think for them.
I cry for those who has no one else to cry for them.
I carry the burden of my world.
I might carry the burden of your world too, that is, if you permit me to.
I am selfish, I will not share the burden of charity.
I am jealous, I envy what envy others can give.
What is mine can be yours at a word.
What is yours will remain yours at my insistence.
My ears can be sponges, but not black holes.
I have the perfect formula for a time machine, but it will not work.
I speak in different tongues, I formulate by solar systems.
Do you understand me? I think not.