Seeking, waiting, believing, true, untrue, facade, false pretense, trusting, hoping, loving, I've long ago learnt to hide away. All this emotions, myself. I've never yearn for anyone to understand or put themselves in my shoes for all the things that happened in my life, but in every moment, I've learnt that even a Man made of steel wants to be appreciated and loved in the end.

I do too, but I always feel otherwise. Maybe sometimes I try too hard, wanting things to be perfect, going the best possible way i can ever picture. I wished God made me a better man, I wished I was not me.

I'm tired, I'm so tired.. For once I wished I could forget the world completely.