i been busting my soul for one person,
working all night to satisfy the others,
regret that i felt nothing,
its not like i love you,
because i know you read my poetry everyday,
you gave me  muse the never ending ideas,
so i kept writing everyday.

You know i been locking my self,
to the world,
because of insecurity of others
that they don't trust

there was an old man that i meet,
few weeks ago,
what sadden me that his car broke down,
he told me that none of his child does not care of him,
prying and crying everyday,
to disinfection my sorrow,
to eliminate all negativity,
nothing that i ever done seems to satisfy people,
i been walking through all  these pain,
pain of others that i felt,

no matter how hard i sang my poetry,
it is my escape to see the other world,
a world that i create,
filled with stories that you probably don't understand,
is it not that i wanted to bury you,
i spare you from the cryings you carry,
i would not be sorry for the things you do too,
i would be not forget what the hard work you put me through,

i'm just one man that writes and draw,
a picture of you still in my pocket,
i did  looked at everyday,
i asked myself this everyday,
why do you  want to make people happy,
it is not my choice its is my job that i was  gone for,
yet i never complain nor never regret.