All that I can feel is profound.
Let me admit all the flaws that I bear;
Let me cry for them tonight.
To anywhere but near him; I’m
crying for this unrequited feelings.
With my cherished ones; I’m
crying for my longing and loneliness.
To my façade of false vigor; I’m
crying for my sense of frailty.
With my anxiety and carefully woven lies; I’m
crying for the left sanity in me.
To you; I’m
crying for the gist of guilt inside you.
Only he is not a fool if he admits
he is indeed.