Anonymous Sorrow

I'm stuck in this present's mess, nostalgic the past, dreaming the future, can't assume how I made this diversion with brain. I couldn't acknowledge the perspective of my life, believing that i can't do anything, except making my teardrops go fall like rain. I can't show you my teardrops, you won't collect them like rain, won't store them in jars,

labelling them with "PAIN". I've learnt how to make forgery smile to make others face go beam.

Making the disappearance of sorrow inside the soul is really hard, and it's filling like dream.