Sometimes I have a lot of thoughts,
They can attack me from the inside.
You know,sometimes they are like shots,
The real self can die aside.
And I'm afraid to hear this voice.
The voice that tells I never can't.
I doubt if I have any choice,
Because I see myself too scant.
But I believe that day will come,
When I'll become a little more
Successful, strong and not so glum.
I hope my thoughts will be my cure.