Self conscious Poem

Haunted by songs of snowmen and devils
Feeling so little as always
Some youths scattered around
They end up having a dictionary


Strong and tough erratically
The preasure makes it easy
With pressure it strings easier


With pressure managed to dance
Made verses come along
Made love to the lines
Made all kinds of prayers


Scared of water ,
reaching the top of fright
Small ugly fish
Looking at every eyes,
refreshing them


Eyes to eyes
Passion kills,
like fashion

Reflection like fireworks on the the glass cage
Reasonless,
Self conscious peom in the last hour