Please, let me stop...
#12 of Poetry
Yay, another happy day in my perfect life! /s
Is it wrong off me to put myself first?
Is it wrong off me to neglect myself?
Am I egoistic because I long for an end,
because I don't know what to do, nor appreciate what I did?
Will the train complain because I dented it?
Will the noose be angry because I overstretched it?
Will the razor sorrow because I oxidised it?
Will the pills be mad because I crushed them?
What about me?
Creating a smile to make my mom happy,
only to let it turn into crying once I'm alone.
Is that fair? is that right?
Living the lie my parents want,
just so that they stay happy.
They say they're proud, that I'm a good son, great colleague.
Then why can't I feel that way, why do I stay sad?
Why?
Why can't the world stop saying what I should be, what I need to be?
I'm not black or white, not male or female,
I'm not happy or sad, not right or wrong.
If I need to accept everything the world throws to me,
then why won't the world accept me?
Why do I go to work sad, act happy there and go back to home sad?
Why do I regard my life as a bother, a chore to complete.
Why am I not normal to this world?
Why? Why? Why?
How come I sleep with tears and wake with tears?
Why do I continue this life just because you don't 'like' mine ending?
Trust me, you'll grow over it, in time you'll forget,
So why, why won't you let me end this life, finally let me forget...
Please, make it stop, make the lack off everything stop, make me stop, please, let me...