My eyes suddenly darkens,
My most trusted dreams fly away,
The things that I could tell you,
A concern... A gap...
Inside my head.
I can't fit...
Wherever I turn,
Becomes narrower and narrower,
Tired of all these.
Questions... Endless questions...
Teasing my brain out,
Thousands of needles in my heart...
No! It can't go on like this.
Tired of all these.
Rebellion sheds my tears,
Scorpion inside my head,
Is eating my brain out.
Not knowing what to think...
Not knowing what to do...
I can't be saved from my doubtful thoughts.
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Doubter
PoetryI am sometimes tired of doubting, but that's who I am. Even if I try so hard to change it, I just can't.
