Wonderful Surprise

but it is not.

I am just a lonely fly,

Pathetically flying in my apathy.

Happiness is a drug, which I take,

But causes more grief and sadness in the first place.

How do I believe such catastrophe,

That brings glee in my misery?

How do I love myself,

When I am something I despise? 

Oh please, oh please lay me to sleep,

So I can dream of my toxic remedy,

When I plunge through snow,

My cold colours run; my anger shows.

How do I believe such catastrophe,

That brings glee in my misery?

How do I love myself,

When I am something I despise?

"I love you, now be honest"

But honesty is never a promise.

"Go ahead and get what you desire."

That same old joke needs to retire.

How do I believe such catastrophe,

That brings glee in my misery?

How do I love myself,

When I am something I despise?

Oh let me go, let me get out here,

I just want to set aside my lonely thoughts,

And pen down my feelings that cry back at me.

Author's Note

just quick :)