I did my best I could,
Whatever it takes I would;
But I find it hard to see,
The one I rather be;
I struggle up and down,
Though I understand this road is bound;
Still I keep on reaching up high,
I wanted to soar that's why;
I keep on my little phase,
Believing one day I'll reach their place;
I went thinking that way,
Holding on for that fateful day;
But I fail to take notice,
I am far from becoming a Goddess;
All I do was vain and blue,
For I wasn't made a part of that view;
I did my best I could,
Still I wasn't nearly as good;
What should I do from hereafter?
When I realise there's no happy-ever-after?
*I don't willed it, not at all... But it seems like I can't write anything other than loneliness.
