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
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