the selfish me
No, I’m wrong This feeling is not a relief This is a torture I pretend to be strong But it keeps me in a vain The guilty The ashamed How can I lift my face when I am back? I don’t want to explain my situation to anybody I don’t want their judgement I just want to be alone Inside my curfew Staying like nothing is wrong Well, I know I’m bad But what else I can do My youth is shattered with my stupidity All of my imagination is gone Hitting the bottom rock of my life I do want to stay positive Belief everything will be okay eventually But, my heart is not ready yet The selfish me want someone to blame The selfish me want me, myself to stay depressed Mocking the failure before me