I stood up
I loved
I cared
I gave everything
And most of all, I made even myself a fool

Do I look like a clown?
Do I look like a nobody?
Do I look like a plaything?
And most of all, what have I done so wrong?

Then, tell me if I deserve to be given of your love?
Then, tell me if I am worthy enough to be given of your care?
Then, tell me if I am not enough to be your someone not a nobody?
And most of all, do I really have to beg and plead for all of it just for you to stay?

wake up humans
stop discriminating
stop bullying
stop doing bad things
stop letting your fellows suffer—when they've already suffered too much.

wake up humans
we are running out of good people already
we are running out of good things already
and we are running out of good food already.

really, please wake up humans
some of the people at there are already dying
i abhor hearing those wails once I've heard before
would it also make your eyes and ears go sore?

I literally forgot why I even existed,
why I bothered loving this cruel world,
made reasons to live despite the struggles,
and fell in love with someone whom I can't ever have.

if you're tired,
take a rest, my dear.

i hope you don't quit,
because I will love you forever for who you are.

life is such a beautiful thing;
and to live is such a beautiful blessing
until you find yourself being useless then
questions striking how you'll die and when

in this world full of hypocrisy
makes you think that people are just being icky
either they are just trying to get along
or just making you feel things since they think you are strong

wondered if you have ever been loved
knowing that you've been happy before
but given a love that's been robbed
to a someone who is like an eyesore

questions came upon to yourself
have you ever tried to look in the mirror
since you were just someone who needs a help
thinking as if you were an emperor

facade, when will it halt in occurring?
you've been too nice in the beginning
yet you were just too cruel in the end
since you can't even help my heart to mend.

every reality I thought there is;
a point of becoming someone else
though not knowing
that it was just a bogus reality;
that I was just a slave of my own reality.