I hide from every issue
I procrastinate my problems
I stare into the missed truth
And I know how, but I don't solve them.
I'd rather encircle my lie
Than live a day in my life
Although I fail when I try
At least I do not cry.
I am guilty of many faults,
Although I'm not sure if I care.
My feelings are locked in vaults . . .
I've lost the codes somewhere.
I cannot channel inner strength,
And I hide that with much force.
The outsiders don't know at all
And my closest are the worst.
I wish I was nothing like me,
I'm sure he wishes too.
The inside holds the jealousy
but that's temporary truth.
