Note

Am I too soft?
Or are they really hard?
Too soft to understand everything
Or are they too hard for striking?

Mourning for I was dead inside
I was a cadaver trying to hide
Hide my sorrow and suffering
Behind a happy mask like it’s not dying

Everything seems to lose its hue
Turning to gray and blue
Drowning from the water of thoughts
Trying to find the exact note

A note that describes this burden
A burden behind every smile
But everyone was deceived
Believing it’s not hard for me

Always asking “How about them?”
But never ask “How about me?”
Can you give me the exact note?
To rate if it is a low or high pitch

Highest pitch seems to be the hardest
And finally that describes it best
I’ve been carrying that sacks of note
It’s a story that never been told