Why is it?

Why is it?

Why is it that how

I see myself

Is never

How I really am?


Why do my

Simple wants

Feel so complicated

To achieve?


Is my body aching

Just a reflection

Of my mind?


My heart hurting

From my own

Neglect?


It be so much

Easier to find

Someone else

To blame.


There are a few

I could make

Play the part.


None of them

However, are

Responsible

For the discontent

I have in my head

Or the pain

that feel in my heart.


I wish

One morning

I could

Wake up and see

The person I feel

I'm meant to be. 

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