The shadows grow long, they cradle my soul, 
in the stillness of night, I lose all control. 
Afraid of the pain, yet I ache to be free, 
from the weight of the world that’s swallowing me. 

Loneliness clings like a ghost to my chest, 
i’m afraid of the silence, of endless unrest. 
To be left in the dark, forgotten, unknown, 
i fear the cold truth of being alone. 

The world is a painting of sorrow and strife, 
and I’m tired of seeing the sadness in life. 
But the pain still whispers, "Hold on a while," 
even when living has lost all its style. 

I don’t want to stay, but I’m scared to depart, 
so I sit in this silence, alone with my heart.

I’m a love guru, or so they say, 
whispering wisdom to couples each day. 
I paint love’s picture, a masterpiece bright, 
yet somehow, my canvas stays blank every night. 

“Just text her back!” or “Give him some space,” 
I solve their dilemmas with effortless grace. 
Like Cupid, I aim, they fall head over heels, 
while my own heart spins like training wheels. 

I’m the matchmaker, the sage of romance, 
helping their love life take off like a dance. 
But when they ask, “So, who’s your sweet thing?” 
I just laugh and shrug— What’s that supposed to mean?

“I guide to treasures,” I say with a grin, 
“Like a pirate with no ship to sail in.” 
They laugh, I laugh, we all share the joke— 
While I Netflix alone, wrapped up in a cloak. 

I’ve got advice for days, for them, not for me, 
an oracle of love who’s still running free. 
So if you ask, “Why are you single, my friend?” 
Just know, this treasure map has no end!

I'm proud of me, I stand up tall, 
but then my thoughts begin to call. 
They whisper doubts, they plant the seed, 
of every fear I never need. 
 
I'm happy here, in quiet peace, 
but thoughts demand I must release 
This joy, this calm—they say it’s fake, 
that I should learn from each mistake. 
 
I long to sleep, to rest my mind, 
but thoughts, relentless, stay behind. 
They spin and twist, they speak of fears, 
they magnify my hidden tears. 
 
When I’m confused, they scream and shout, 
“You’re not enough, there is no doubt.” 
Though I resist, they find a way, 
to shake my soul, to cloud my day. 
 
But still I fight, though thoughts may win, 
this battle wages deep within. 
I'll stand my ground, though they intrude, 
gor I am strong, and they’ll be subdued.

Maybe I'm happy, or maybe I'm not, 
caught in between with the battles I've fought. 
Maybe I'm sad, but I can’t really tell, 
lost in a place where I silently dwell.

Maybe I don’t know the path I should take, 
maybe the choices I make are mistakes. 
Maybe I'm too honest, too raw and exposed, 
Maybe I lie to protect what I hold close.

Maybe I’m longing for space, for release, 
or maybe this chaos will never cease. 
maybe the world’s turned its back on me, 
Or maybe I’m blind to the truth I can’t see.

Maybe I’m foolish, lost in the haze, 
or maybe this is just one of those days.

My money is my life, a relentless chase,
i work day and night, but it's never in place.
How cold is this currency, slipping from sight,
fleeting and elusive, no matter how tight.

I hate money's game, its cold, distant call,
no matter my efforts, it eludes my thrall.
I chase it through shadows, through dreams and through pain,
yet it keeps running off, like a thief in the rain.

Help me catch this phantom, this slippery guise,
so it won't vanish, and leave me with lies.
In my quest for its presence, I yearn for the day
when money stays close and will no longer stray.

In the realm of fizzy delight, 
Coca-Cola, you set things right, 
with bubbles that dance, oh so grand, 
a fresh pop of joy, a sip so planned.

I relish your fizz, that ticklish tease, 
a symphony of burps, if you please, 
each sip a thrill, a fizzy embrace, 
Oh, how you put a smile on my face!

Touch not my can, keep your hands away, 
for this bubbly treasure is mine to slay, 
I’ll sip it daily, through joy and strife, 
Coke, you're the sparkle in my life!

So here's to you, my frothy friend, 
on you, my love, I'll always depend, 
for in every sip, there's a story to tell, 
of a Coca-Cola love, that fits me so well.

I love you though you’re far away,  
or did I misread love’s disarray?  
You’d beat me down, day after day,  
yet my heart still longs for you in a twisted way.

What is this feeling that won’t let go?  
A mix of desire and pain, a tangled woe.  
I pray you’re distant, yet yearn for your embrace,  
a love that’s marred by sorrow, a bittersweet chase.

I want you, yet hate you for the hurt you’ve sown,  
in this conflicted heart, I’m lost and alone.  
Love and loathing dance in a cruel disguise,  
a tormenting truth beneath my tear-filled eyes.