It's not a poem....but it's a poem

Sometimes I think that I need my freedom,

I can play happily, 

I can serious seriously, 

Nobody can scold at me.

Sometimes I wondered,

Can't they let me play happily?

Can't they let me be serious?

My heart just can keep it.

Sometimes I think I need my own space,

So that, I can calm myself,

But, I'm always calmed myself by smiling alone,

and saying to myself that "IT IS OK EMA",

I'm really tired to do that everytime I get upset,

because I don't have the space that I need,

to be alone, and calm myself.

What can I do?

I hope they will give me some space,

Don't worry, when I am ok,

I 'll be back as usual,

Just give me the  space.

Just one thing,

Do believe on me,

The space that I need is enough for me,

Enough to recover from the sadness,

from the "makan hati".

That's all I need.......