foreigner

it is not easy to fake a smile
like before,
and everyone can see this now.

i ask for isolation, but
i hate it.

it is like the darkness in the middle of a street
when you can't see anything
but around you is
everything.

i forget reasons to make myself
believe it is easy
to forgive the things i have done.

i accept that life went wrong.

and just like every candle flame,
it will burn out and run dry
sooner or later.