My Story is not special, but it is mine
Mine to live, and mine to tell.
Mine to understand, and mine to explain.
Mine to dream, and mine to write.

Twenty, but empty.
Lonely, but not alone.
Lovely, and loved.
Worthy and depressed.
How can that be?

Happy childhood. Loving parents. Supporting friends.
Something is wrong you say?
Who am I to complain?

Cried for love? never.
Felt it, received it and gave it away.
Who am I to complain?
Something is missing you say?
There’s just no way.

Give them a smile. You never do.
It’s not too hard. Just give it to them.
Who am I to complain?

Reserved and Shy. Afraid and Sad. Anxious and Insecure.
It’s all in your head they say.
Who are they to say!
Who am I to complain?

Thoughts that never end.
Sleep that never comes.
Quick! peace is getting away.
Who am I to complain?

Decision that need to be made.
Indifferent you shall remain.
Words that never leave my brain.
Set them free you say?
No, there’s just no way.

Red eyes, dark circles, tired body.
Stay in bed, you say?
That’s not like you.
To class you go anyway.
Who am I to complain?

Lost, but in search of direction.
Alive, but not living.
Hurting, but not hiding.

Wish to avoid or forget
A burden you cannot be.

Attention? please stay way!
In the shadow I wish to remain.
Shine they say?
But darkness is pulling me away.

Culture and Religion.
To belong or to reject?
Choose they say.
I don’t know, you say?
I’m too young you say?
Non-sense!

Overthinking at night. Sleepwalking during the day.
Hating yourself. Loving others.
Trapped in my mind, but a free spirit, always.
Who am I to complain?

Complain, complain, complain.
All things remain unchanged
Comfortable in illness you become.
Safe you shall feel. Protected.
Blameless forever. It's better that way.
Not your fault you say?

Ungrateful, they say?
Probably, you cry.
My story is mine to change.