Something is not right
In this world so bright 🔆
The story my heart tells
Has the sun ☀ in the night...

I walk among sorrows and suffering,
And pick them as my offering
I share it with others to like and frown
Yet fail to extend a hand of my own.

I meet masks 🎭 of perceived standards
Keeping mine too, well mannered.
Underneath; but a me transpires
Break free to relive the true desire.

My voice is culled by the forces I chose
The army I have preys on my woes
My agitation is rendered treacherous
My beliefs turn, makes me frivolous.

My compassion is just a cover it seems
And my life just a note of esteem.
Is it how my story ends?
Not before a heart I mend.

No wonder; Something is not right
In this world so bright 🔆