Am fed up to feel frustration
nor to be victim of deception
but then i came to conclusion
that i am but a man of confusion
always got a dilemma of what to say
nor how to live in every single day
Am a man of pen and nature
and without those, I got no future
searching for myself is what i need
to fight the insecurity within
within, that it has gone profoundly
to my heart of sophistication and humbleness
through all of those things-sarcastic or good
I don't care of what they will say
or what they'll think about me
for as long i live am alone
Company is just an instrument for me
but no matter how hard i try
friends are always there for me
I've been always alone-no one by my side
in the corner of one side
a tear of emptiness seems to let go
in the sound of silence i groan
everything i kept-my gripe
forced to think and then to conclude
to reminisce and then to cry
to hide and then to show
to show the reality-the personality of me!
dreams to touch someone
who can understand the whole of who i am!