By Why do I get illusioned
By the things I call mine?
Why do I feel this world is mine
And that I must make it better?
But how far can I go for it?
How long can I fight for it?
In the end, it’s nothing I’m fighting for.
I have to return everything
Mine, others’, earned, or stolen.
Why do the smiles I see feel fake?
Why does the love I find feel hollow?
I’m chasing a need that never ends,
While the love I hold hides
Alone, somewhere in me.
I won’t last long
Holding grudges quietly,
Crying behind closed lids,
Laughing to make others smile,
Enjoying for their sake.
Yet all the while
Feeling alone
Alone, just for me.
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