Everytime I try
So hard to be nice
But, I always end up
As a bad person
A nuisance
Someone who existed
To have evilness
In this world..


I always tried so hard
To be better
To be loved
To be understood
Yet I'm always a tool
I wanted to be
So that I could be helpful

But too much, makes me
More than that much
Makes me a greater demon
To the world

That person wants to make people happy
But that one is not.

How did God created a world
When he does not have at first.

How does a road end
And where did it start

That person's questions
Have no answers

As to why that person lives
Or why that person hates to live

Hates to leave
Yet wants to be alone

The surroundings and being surrounded
Is cruel in all possible ways

I have lived
Wishing I did better
Than what I have
Done before

Wishing I could turn
Back and do things
Right and better than
What I did

So many what ifs in the world
What ifs inside my head
What if I was someone
What if I became someone

What if I lived
Which I used
To be before

Have I changed?
I probably did
Because now,
I'm confused and fed up

From who I am
To what I want
What I need
Who I need

There are so many
Questions, popping
In my head
Thinking
What couldve been

I want to cry
Its so hard not to let
Everything I feel out