I am there, but often you close your eyes.
I am there, but often you ignore it.
Because my presence is often eliminated.
Because of my presence you often shit.
If that's a bad thing, you blame me without pity.
If that's a good thing, you praise others even if you know I did it.
You say, as if I'm not human.
You berate, like I have no emotion.
You feel right, even if the world shows otherwise.
You feel good, not even once.
When reminded, you say, "do not be smart."
When blamed, you say, "I must be right."
I want to, but someone else you give me.
You used to be so.
Now it still remains the same.
Ah, I'm not needed.
It's me you do not.
I'm still not tired, so I'll be patient.
Then you must be calm.
Someday there comes a time, where I will stop.
And you will definitely search.
Until you get older.
You will not find a figure like me anymore.
