Why do I feel this way?
Why does sorrow envelope me like thick fog?
Is it because I compare myself to the crowd,
expect myself to copy their every aspects,
to mimic them to their very cores?
I stare at their profile and wonder,
'what makes them so great?
what makes them stand out and shine?'
Then, I cast myself into the abyss,
weep because I'm not the concept of perfection.
But that's okay, because who likes a monotone?
Maybe I should learn from my mistakes,
absorb the lacked knowledge that lead me here.