My life is...
I want to tell myself
Excuse, excuse -
Pity me and pity more
My life is...
Self-deprivation please!
Like ink it stains my skin
But why? My heart should not
Be broke, when others are not
My life is...
And more they have to face
I blind my eyes with masks
An earned thought I tell
Myself, I know it's not
My life is... I'm not so sure
There are worse
I tell myself
Complain to hear
Myself complain
I have no right
Is... not
Worth fuss
Or even tears
Embarrassment
Follows me to feel
Upset with the past
So I crush it down
These thoughts
I have no right
Crush down
Smaller and
Smaller
My life
Is...
