Welcome to Adulthood

At some point, I really hate myself

I despise my own way of writing and drawing

I found my own dreams a hassle

And I get really tired chasing a fallen stars just to make wishes of something that looks oddly impossible

People claimed they knew me best, that Im capable of everything

They jealous of me

They wants to be me

What would they know, when what they really know about me is just a side I chose to shown?

I am no other than a clown

Pretending to be some sort of a happy person

A smart, skillful and sociable one

When actually Im not even an inch of that description people thought about me

Who am I deep down inside

Which song is played over and over in my mind

What kind of loneliness trapped me in

Where will I go next in the future

Nothing goes well, nothing goes as I want it to be

At some point,

I really do hate my own words, my own advice, my own idea

They are so plain, so empty, so fake

Im so disgust by my own existence

I lost hope

I lost will to dream

I lost my wits, passion and obsession

I lost it all and become hollow

A hollow clown

And thats how we all matured

Thats how we all become adult

Welcome to the reality.