I feel trapped, very trapped.
I cry secretly everyday.
I don’t have the answer for myself, I really don’t.
I wonder why I ever feel this way?
Of some who are successful,
Of those who are carefree,
And those who work in Starbucks,
And still be happy.
I don’t need much money, I don’t need much.
I just want to do something that will make my heart sing.
I’m searching for it,
I know it exist,
Right now I’m just lost,
Someday I will find it.