Maybe if I try hard, I can look past my fears.
I am tired of living in the same eyes
that see my reflection as a downfall of beauty,
moments that I haven't built yet.
These wrinkles around my eyes,
they are maps that lead you to my pain.
Along the way, there is a winding road that holds
captive my inner self, which once discovered
the freedom of happiness.
These hands of mine, they've felt
the thickness of darkness when it came
knocking, disguised as a friend who would
help me look forward and see the future.
But now I'm trapped
in my own pains and sorrows again.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
Maybe if I try hard, I can look past my fears.
I am tired of living in the same eyes
that see my reflection as a downfall of beauty,
moments that I haven't built yet.
These wrinkles around my eyes,
they are maps that lead you to my pain.
Along the way, there is a winding road that holds
captive my inner self, which once discovered
the freedom of happiness.
These hands of mine, they've felt
the thickness of darkness when it came
knocking, disguised as a friend who would
help me look forward and see the future.
But now I'm trapped
in my own pains and sorrows again.
