Each day I’m Losing My Face

To face the world

I try to do my best

Because that’s what they say

That’s what I believe

Because it’s part of the best formula

Do your best, be patient and have faith

But when does it end?Or does it ever?

When can I meet success?

Or is there?

When can I give myself a break from working too hard?

Or will I ever be?

When can I breathe the air not being in a hurry?

How long can I keep my faith?

These are precious

I don’t know the wonders of this world

It’ll always be a riddle to me

“Today is a gift, tomorrow is a mystery”

But why do I feel that every step today is a mystery?

And this mystery slowly creeps into my sanity

Each day, I’m losing my face

Each failure is costing my peace

Each setback is pulling me down

Eventually, I became friends with my loneliness

My bedroom becomes so much more

Being a friend to other people comes easy

But being a friend to yourself is another mystery

Keeping that smiley face is becoming a routine

Even though it’s empty within