I have to sit quiet,
Wait for the wind
To blow away my tears before they fall.
I have to keep watch
On what I say, what I think.
Even in my sleep, I can’t betray myself.
Gulp each cry, each word I speak,
To be dropped off on a paper no one reads.
Everyone wants a rock to hold onto.
A quick mire, no one needs.
For what do I owe
This heartbreaking happiness?
This eternal river of tears?
For my love, my ego and my fears.
Who can I turn to?
Who can I blame?
For these sad affairs and my sorry state.
My story is better unwritten.
My sorrows untold.
People are fed up of giving sympathies after all.
Bound by the choices, by free will, I made.
I do not have the liberty to complain.