This feeling of uncalmness,
is threatening to demolish my fortress,
the one of self-dependent toughness.
Negativity-spreading is my new big thing,
perhaps i need a new fling;
no, really it’s not good timing,
can’t risk what it may bring.
Stop, please stop,
i think i’m gonna pop,
what’s it like at the top,
do i still have a shot
I am so filled with ruth,
i need help is the truth,
but to look for people who could soothe,
i’m not sure if it’s a good move.
I thought i’ve became stronger,
much less vulnerable,
yet in fact i am still incapable
to bear the fruit of my labour.