Self-complaint

It's in my mind that it began.
And with concern, nothing is finished.
In these eyes, we see an embarrassed soul
That is affraid of being badly judged.
The thought of being appreciated, in my mind is pushed away.
Like a scared bird, I would like to fly away.

Not to be lost in my thought anymore.
Sometimes, I feel sickened
To possess this imagination.

All that I want, I just have to ask for.
But all that I got, I don't know how to appreciate it
Everything was so good before I started to invent thoughts
I'd better like not think about it, cause I could cry.

All this will lead me to close myself.
Like a flower, I will fade and fall.
You can't imagine it
How in my mind, all is badly explained.
That's in my mind that all has started.
That's in my mind that all will finish.
Everything that I simply invented.