I said to myself "I'm OK"
And showed my usual smile
I was not in desperation
But in a kind of defiance
I hid my trembling hand from some people
Because their sympathy was so hollow
I don't get warmed
By half-hearted and artificial warmth
I rather want them to shut their eyes
Until I break into pieces without a trace
I don't want to hear nor speak
The fine words any longer
The pain will be getting worse
So I just accept it
The air is awfully clear
The calm before a storm
What do those people really want to know
With seeming kindness
Hiding a sharp knife of curiosity
Behind their gentle looking eyes?
What do you really want?
What do you really wish?
Where do you really aim for?
And with whom?
It's the first and the last time
For you to live just as yourself
You should draw your own path
After spreading a big map