Coming again

It's coming again
Surround me gloomily, indolently
Drown into the deepest mind
Questioning my self

'What do you want?'
'What do you expect?'
'Why are you being so stubborn and selfish?'
'You are not the only one who suffers'
'Where is my talent?'

Surely, I haven't know the answer yet
Those questions bother me a lot
Lately, I've been living with the fear that ghosting me every second
Feeling guilty for every decisions, word, that I made

At this point
I'm so bewildered At everything that happens to my fragile, unstable, complicated soul
'What's the matter with me?'

I don't even know

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