When Silence Speaks

Sometimes I feel bored, Sometimes it feels like I'm off the shores. I am bored because my life is bounded, It's like a runner who wants to run fast, but his leg is wounded. It's not always, but sometimes, I prefer stars over the sun, sitting under their bright shine. I prefer night over day and its quiet time. Sometimes I feel happy when I am alone, Sometimes I feel like becoming a loser rather than a person who won. Yeah, I'm weird, or so it may seem, I feel strong during a daydream. I don't know what I'm writing, I don't know why I'm writing. I don't know against whom I'm fighting, I don't know if it's my true self or if it's hiding. Questions take a huge spot in my thoughts: Why am I alive? When will I die? What does it feel like to talk without a glimpse of shy? A "why" is the reason for thoughts in my mind, "Then" always motivates me to move forward. "If I" let my imagination go off the charts, It makes me feel excited; happiness fills my heart. Then, "But" reminds me it's not reality you're thinking. Come out of your thoughts; you've even stopped blinking. A cold breath escapes from my heart, With that, all my dreams disappear. And I continue living my life in despair.