Rubbish.

I don't wanna be anything other me.

It's so hard be the genuine me in real world.

Why? I can't figure it out.

To meet parents' expectations?

Or someone else's? I don't know.

What does the world deceive?

And why do I make believe?

I'm tired of being someone who I'm not supposed to be.

Just some useless rubbish.

Something that reflects my mind right now.

However, life still goes on....

And I gotta to move on.

I'll try to make it work.

Things will be great tommorw?

I'm wondering.