My Midnight Thoughts: Things I Have In Mind, People Don't Know

Or perhaps, nothing

Time revolves around me
And critics scrutinized me too
My past is just a remnant of me
My present signifies my definition
My future depends on me
Think you know me well, you don't.

Time flies like a song I played in the afternoon
Now, it's midnight all along, I don't know what to do
Burning eyebrows, from striving to thrive
I'm not used to it, just want to survive

Usually, I'm able to mimic the smile you wear to everyone
However, no matter how hard I forced myself to grin at someone
I could not resist my feelings being cold enough that I could stare at you like a statue, seems no fun at all.
The hatred I gained from everyone's baggage became sad-ending when they left the drama's unfixed in its conflicts.
And those tragedies that have been kept in my locker, is something that I should not rewind, or else I may compensate.
I hate mankind and I always do.
Just like I hate myself for less satisfaction.

Men are atrocious to make more oaths
They'd eventually extirpate whenever they wanted to
I wished I was able to rearrange all these messes you've made me
But I can't amend the mistakes you've made from constructing it recklessly

Are my words not articulate enough for you - to understand what I'm actually saying?
If I'd scream it out, would you still listen to it?
If I'd cried it out, would you still care?
Have you even ever cared for it?
Or perhaps, nothing.