a new day

I may be not perfect, neither a good person.
I am a loser, maybe I should quit.
I am depressed. I am not happy.

For this day has begun,
I may be clashed at you, may be shouting at you,
I'd like to feel loved again just like those days.
Feel spirited again, walking on the streets full of hope and faith.
I'd like to be the real me. The best in me for every second it counts.
Debilitating,yes. Every one does the same thing. It is no longer a new story.
It is repeating elements where we put pieces of puzzle and get it done.

There is no one, not even one person in this world will stand by me.

I am myself.
And I am going to enjoy every second of my life.