You could never know it,
The steady agony I feel,
Since in the light of day
It nearly isn't genuine.
Certainly, I'll play, I'll snicker,
I'll sing a few melodies,
Be that as it may, that torment is continually sneaking
Since it's been here from the beginning.
What's more, when the haziness comes
With its everything devouring force,
It gradually takes my spirit
Hour by repulsive hour.
Yet, they reveal to me that I'm sufficient.
They swear that it shows signs of improvement.
They state, "On the off chance that you can simply wait
what's more, bear this stormy climate."
They let me know, "You will be cheerful one day.
All you need do is battle."
Be that as it may, what they appear to overlook
Is after every day comes the night.
Thus I act along.
I have my impact
While this devastating obscurity
Gradually makes me extremely upset