We don’t know what we ask of ourselves,
And everyday try to fake it,
The smile is a little frowned inside,
Our happiness doesn’t let it show,
We have long learnt the way to hide,
For long we have known to be unknown.
What life didn’t ask of us sometimes,
Was to give away the chance of little joys,
And while we try to gather them,
They never stay in us,
Such ways of world, so insane, so wrong.
In our attempt to do away with it all,
We try to get the energies going,
People seldom say we are crazy,
It’s harder for them to see what in our head is, is boring.
Our identities are so layered now,
What’s within is hard to judge,
And though we try to find it in us,
We don’t think we stand the courage to find it once more.