its hard being who i am... for who i am cannot be judge or seen by the naked eye. everyday that u c me.. that i not my real self. me.. i... fikri.... that i not my real self.
even the closest person in this earthly place do not know me. i am not myself. i am never myself. everyday i put on a mask. a veil to cover myself. that veil grows thicker every single day. until nw.... i dun recognise who..who... is fikri bin mahmood. who is iren deliverance... who?? still no answer. coz i have learnt to keep it so safely that even my soul do not knw the answer. but maybe if that day comes... and if people can accept me for who i am. then... onli then... that i will proudly say who i am. and will have no trouble saying I AM FIKRI BIN MAHMOOD. I AM IREN DELIVERANCE...
