Hug

Giving myself a big hug,
I expected to be warm.
But why do i feel so cold,
shivering in my arms.
What do people want from me?
Sympathy?
Understanding?
Tolerance?
How could I possibly give them all that?
While deep inside my pathetic heart...
I couldn't stop the devil inside me from reappearing...
I'm not a perfect person.
So is everyone.
I cannot possibly give my time to everyone,
Just because they frown.
I cannot possibly care about everything,
When I simply don't have the time for them.
I'm not like anybody else.
I don't know how, when, why should I pay attention to them.
Because whatever I do,
They don't seem to satisfy.
Why, oh why do I try to think at their point of view,
When they couldn't think of mine.
Since when I held the responsibility,
To make everyone happy?
Since when I've stop being myself,
And stop putting the fake smiles on my face?
Since when did I not feel disgusted with myself,
When I see you sulk...

PS: I've tried my best to overcome my emotions...
But it seems that, it isn't enough...