Silly fact from routine

I've got late

Cried at the meeting

Burned myself with some hot stuff

Burned my mind thinking

Friends were friendly but...

In fact I don't see them well,

Body and mind were divided

Not being like always was like burning in hell

So hard to accept my stillness sometimes

So hard to accept your coldness, divines

So easy to stumble upon my comfort, sublime

So easy to criticize without giving turns

I'm blind!

I know, I know, I know

I know nothing

These same words are my worst enemies

They play tricks on my tongue

They can play on you

If you don't understand it, don't say it!

Because if you say it, you might not understand it.

It has always been the same story

You do your history

What am I Now? New?

No.

Just another person crying for the wrong thing in a wrong place.

Got late again!