Never me, never me, never me. I'm filled and overfilled yet I still feel empty. So many questions, one cannot answer. Feelings I can't express and explain, do I cry? What should I do with these feelings? I see vibrant colors yet everything is so dark and lifeless. If only they knew how and why it's tiring. Is it tiring?
Hm, I for sure know it's something that'll keep me from being free. What's freedom? How can you know you are free? Are you free? If not, what's keeping you?
I don't know what's keeping me either, you expect me to know? Don't expect anything from me at all, no one knows me, I have no idea who I am either. But what I know for sure is I'm always going to be a follower never the leader, always the villain never the hero, always the artist never the muse.
A tool that breaks, never again will be loved always the lover, always the admirer never the admired, always the protector never the protected, always the problem never the solution, always the pain never the medicine, always the parent never the child. Never the first, never the 2nd, never an option.
