Myself

My heart keeps bleeding ,

My hair line keeps receding ,

My pulse won’t stop beating ,

The bad habits keep on repeating .

I need to focus on me, be the best version and let the world see.

This can not be, I try to be me, but how can I when he just won’t see.

I stare into the wind , lose concentration while zooming through a station , like it is a creation .

My life is drama , the people that hurt me need to remember about KARMA!