Is there something wrong with me?
I know I have a ***** loose
It's fine whatever I choose
Am i to selfish to think
That everything i say should be right and should be?

Maybe I am
But I'm not that kind of person
Maybe there are times that I am
But i still have my reasons

I know my personality has been mixed up
I don't know what to do and what should not
Maybe i wasn't guided that much
But time cannot be reversed
And even I start to wonder why

Maybe I was too shocked with the change
Tha I'm not able to respond well
Or maybe it's the fear that dwells
Where hearts cannot heal with a bandage

If you're asking
How did I became like this?
Don't worry
I also ask the same thing
Why are there fears in every sight?
Why are there tears every night?

I start to have a destructive mind.
I can handle stress but not pressure
I start thinking, should I die?
But that's not a real ending.

With this long poem
Tell me, is there something wrong
Yes, these words are not enough
To express a melancholic song..