The present of me if not happy, scratching me deep inside,
giving me some harsh signs, get changed.
When i fall asleep, it comes to me,
holding a mirror in his hands, showing me my future and dreams i had,
i try to fight back but the inner of me is stronger than me.
he shows what i was and what i am now.
the difference is clear still, i am in denial.
It shows, the changes in me the way i was happy and feeling free,
and now i am covered, lifting the floor of burdens on my back.
This is just not enough, its surrounds me, warn me, keep continuing its warnings.
I am tied with my responsibilities, i tied with the fact i have to feed myself.
I am stuck somewhere i want to get out, but the reason to live is making myself in doubt.
Can i survive ?
I can fight ?
Can i get out of these sadness and times, i want to be happy, i want to live the life i dream ,not just in my dreams,
Don’t want to get haunted by them, when i turn old and thinking i wish i could have change.