Myself

Truth be told

I’m not really sure what is left for me here

Can’t figure out what to do with myself

And I know they can tell

By the grim smiles of imitation relation

Well, I guess everybody knows

The thing I tried to manage by myself

Ended up on a shelf of displays

Isn’t it wrong?

To give up what was given to you?

I don’t even know what I’m on about

These days

And I said it before

But I’ll say it once more

I’m not really sure what is left for me here

And I can’t figure out what to do with myself

Author's Note

please be harsh in criticism, thank you for reading