I am angry whenever I wake up to a new day.
Why? Not because I want to be dead,
but because time never stopped.
He slowly stole my smile and kept me in the prison of responsibilities.
I was once a free man, not caring about the day after.
But now I go to bed hoping for time to pause.
I can't even ask for a thing without paying the price.
Every single smile on my face has a price.
I am angry.
I was never told I would grow into the prison of responsibilities.
I never signed up for this.
I am innocent, but now I am in the prison of responsibilities.
I was never put in there—
I walked straight into it.
I am angry.
Now I am stuck in the reality I feared would come upon me like fog,
now leaving behind those innocent smiles and heart,
now dwelling in worries and heavy hearts,
while watching responsibilities build a fence
between me and my childhood.
Now I am stuck in a world I don’t know of.
Everyone just keeps walking straight;
no one looks right at me as if I am invisible.
Everyone trying to find the key out of this prison we all walked into.
They really don’t understand yet
that there is no key out of this prison.
I am angry.
Nobody told me who time really is.
He is a thief—
he stole my innocence.
Now all I have left to hold onto
are the memories of my childhood.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:13 AM UTC
I am angry whenever I wake up to a new day.
Why? Not because I want to be dead,
but because time never stopped.
He slowly stole my smile and kept me in the prison of responsibilities.
I was once a free man, not caring about the day after.
But now I go to bed hoping for time to pause.
I can't even ask for a thing without paying the price.
Every single smile on my face has a price.
I am angry.
I was never told I would grow into the prison of responsibilities.
I never signed up for this.
I am innocent, but now I am in the prison of responsibilities.
I was never put in there—
I walked straight into it.
I am angry.
Now I am stuck in the reality I feared would come upon me like fog,
now leaving behind those innocent smiles and heart,
now dwelling in worries and heavy hearts,
while watching responsibilities build a fence
between me and my childhood.
Now I am stuck in a world I don’t know of.
Everyone just keeps walking straight;
no one looks right at me as if I am invisible.
Everyone trying to find the key out of this prison we all walked into.
They really don’t understand yet
that there is no key out of this prison.
I am angry.
Nobody told me who time really is.
He is a thief—
he stole my innocence.
Now all I have left to hold onto
are the memories of my childhood.