Broken like a mist
My mirage they see
Judge for what they think
For my mirage is an epitome of beautify
They call me selfish
But they don't know
My silent cry and pain
Who will save me?
No one I know of
But maybe I should try
And be my own savior
But how can I?
When my heart is a thorn
Between saving me
And helping them that criticize me.