-Doubt-

Is there a thing that can be reach by this hand?
Is there a good result that can be achieved by my deed?

I wonder..
Since when did i lose myself?
Why i have to suffer like this?
Who am i? Where am i?
What am i supposed to be?

I wonder..
Since when did i wonder?

Me Who Don’t Know Myself

I asked my reflection
“who are you?”
He did the same
“are you mine?”
He didn’t answer
He seem so unfamiliar
I rarely see him
“you’re weird”
“gimme a break”
I murmured
“is this me?”
“i don’t want you”
But he is me, i can’t afford it
That’s a truth

..
...
“he is ya”
A nice word from a nice girl
A wise, cheerful, cute girl
She have taught me a lot
“appreciate him”
“he isn’t created to be dumped”
“how will yer beloved one recognize ya, if ya even don’t recognize yerself?”
“...”
That girl..
She always be there to cheer me

I don’t know what i’m going to be
If she doesn’t exist..

This is my conclusion
Not a fiction
But more to a realization
Maybe i’ll try to meet him more
For myself, who own him
Her, who encourage me, and Him, who own me.

I’ll try.

Sorrow Symphony

“dark”
“can’t see anything but dark”
“doesn’t matter what i do, eventually i can’t do anything”
“everyone blame at me, but i won’t blame anyone”
“since there’s no one i can blame on”
“why, for what purpose did i exist?”
“since what i do is a shame”
“..don’t know what to do”
“i don’t care anymore”
“whatever will be, will be”
“i don’t have anything to be done anyway”
“..dark, sorrow, vague”
“is that all i’ve got all this time?”
“is it just that?”
“...”