Yes I am not normal

I always end up doing nothing.
Looking at the sky and wonder
Why? How?

I hate this feeling of losing nothing.

Isn’t it weird?
It seems like the heavy brick laid on your chest,
Uncertain emotion that chained my mind.

Isn’t it weird?
I’m not sinking but still drowning,
Looking at the straight road but I can’t feel my legs.
So they refused to move forward?

Isn’t it weird?
Am I the permanent culprit?
 A sinner, or the biggest liar?

These loopholes of mine are the biggest fear,
Flawless and imperfect figure.

That’s why I’m afraid to approach those souls.
Crying inside while the cold-blooded shattering,
I want to end this hatred.

The same mistakes,
How I wished it’s not repeated all over again,
And find an imperfect figure that willing to change.

So we will work together and built jubilant under the rain,
Colors of life.