This consistent need to change This burning desire to be better Am I slowly changing for good Or is it good that I am changing ? I think a lot, speak a little I dream a lot, act a little This constant void that I feel in my Life Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles
Every day, I look into the mirror at my reflection, and all these thoughts pop into my mind. Sometimes they’re kind, sometimes they’re unkind—just passing through as they please. But this ordeal feels so monotonous, like I’m living in a bubble.