Real or fake?
When it’s day I’m okay,
but every night everything turns grey.
Because I am bruised,
I easily get confused.
I get my hopes up so high,
up to stars and sky.
At that moment I am willing to do anything,
but somehow I always end up falling.
While I wish every time that I’ll fly.
It all seems to pass me by.
I take a dive into deep with open eyes,
yet I keep getting surprised.
Not always bad, not always good,
so that easily changes my mood.
I can be happy and really sad,
from cheerful to very mad.
I am as unexpectedly as the weather,
but to me that doesn’t matter,
You want to know why?
Because if you know me,
and you know who you want to be.
You’ll see,
life isn’t easy, not for you and not for me.