Midnight's Thoughts

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I never even liked them.

I tried to paint my petals, in vain,

But a rose will never be a violet.

I suppose I deserve the pain,

For trying to be,

Everybody's best friend.


I am lost, I don't know what I am supposed to be.

I just want to be happy,

Something that I used to be,

Something that I am not anymore,

But something that I crave for.

What was I made for ? 


I feel like I'm in middle school again,

Being alone at my table causes me so much pain.

Hidding the tears with some books,

Am I destined to live in a loop ? 

You cannot see my face on anybody's phone.

Never thought I'd hate to be alone.


Deep down I know I'll be fine.

Everyone has a tribe,

One day I'll meet mine.

I just feel like I didn't become who I wanted to be.

I am full of regrets. 

I am only nineteen.

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