All the bitter truth and the hidden past,
I don’t show those terrifying bruises too.
I miss my childhood, I miss that dream,
Where I was the alpha of every scene.
I wonder where I lost the old me,
Trying to escape from reality.
Every bit of my yore horrify me,
I’m drunk, I’m tortured,
Outspoken and free.
I swallow my past like it was meant to be.
They say you are fearless,
Elegant and mean
Trying to be all happy and sweet.
I wish they could figure out,
Those ashes are still waiting,
Things aren’t buried but burnt inside me.
Is it nice to be unacceptable?
When you wanna be like everybody else in your group.
Isn’t your past living viciously within you?