Me
Sometimes I feel insecure
Sometimes I become paranoid
However, most of the time,
I sing to myself the lullaby of death.
Uncertain of what the future will hold,
I remain a hypocrite.
On the outside I smile a thousand to please others.
While I cry myself to sleep at night.
The home I live in does nothing more than just a home.
The people around me are just clueless.
They don’t know what’s it like to be me.
They only know that they’re always right.
Again, it’s time for me to sing to myself,
The beautiful lullaby of death.
I hope one day I finally find my senses,
To stop singing and start living the life I should be living.
-The end-
