What it's like to Wander

I Will Rise

Do I finally feel indifferent
To the tremendous uproar
You left in me? Hark, Go
Follow your heartbreaking
And don’t be like my bitter
Depression. Do not follow me.

Do not mock my pain, or me.
I let myself be indifferent
To your scathing words, your bitter
Disheveled reasoning. My uproar
Leaves you and your heartbreaking
Ways, now all I have to do is go.

I wish I didn't have to go,
But you’ve ruined me.
I’m tired of your heartbreaking
And I hate being indifferent
But you left your uproar
And made me bitter.

Can I scrub away this bitter
Numbness? Or should I go
Find a new self, create an uproar
Within that place, and be me.
Because I hate being indifferent,
But leaving you is heartbreaking.

Your words drip, heartbreaking
Puddles of tears left, bitter
And sour. I won’t be indifferent
Any longer, I refuse. Go
To the nearest sink, wash me
Clean of tears, start the uproar.

I will be nature’s uproar.
I will rise, and be heartbreaking.
You will notice me,
And you will feel very bitter
That you decided to go
Instead of being indifferent.

I won't take this indifferent
Behavior any longer, it's time to go
And stop being cowardly and bitter.