He screams at himself, His heart burns like fire
He punches his fist on the wall,Tears roll down his eyes for the lack of desire
And then tries to calm down,He tries to take revenge
Not with his physical power, But with the sarcasm in the tone of his voice
Its strange how he once told someone
“I detest that sarcasm in your voice, the smirk on your face…Just put that away”
And today he goes against his own principle he once preached.
He can do anything to send the message across to those people
Those who never understood him, those who were naïve,
Those who made decisions on his behalf,Those who hardly appreciated his innate talent,
And those who could never get out of the cocoon of this “society”
Is he overanalyzing things?
In all these technicalities, is he losing his mind, his youth?
But I guess he just wants to enjoy life
He wants to live like there is no tomorrow
For the years of his existence, he could only see the glass as half empty
Now for the rest of it he wants to see it as half full…
“Its good to be a rebellion.It keeps me moving” .