The connection I seek seems to be in vain
I shout to myself so no one can hear
the trivial trouble and the mindless complaint...
Why am I not perfect?
Though, it soon disappears
The riveting road of desperation
keeps my mind in escalation
watching the seemingly happy faces walk by
I look inside as I begin to sigh
We can't enjoy the life we have
if all we do is compare
We can't begin to better ourselves
if we don't delete our despair
Enjoy who you are
and don't look back too far
but be better than who you were yesterday.