For the first time in my life
I'm able to speak.
It's not that I can't walk,
My legs are just week.
I'm stopping.

For the first time in my life
I don't need any feedbacks
I know how distractive reactions can be.
I'm drifting.

For the first time in my life
I collected my things
It's not that I'm leaving
I'm just checking what's left.
I'm empty.

For the first time in my life
I discovered the meaning of being alone.
It's not that I'm lonely; I'm just far away.
I'm confused.

For the thousand time in my life
I repeat my mistakes,Telling you how I feel.
But you are just a wrinkled piece of paper,
You can never understand me.
I'm boring.