Be Hard On Ourselves

Sometimes for no apparent rhyme or reason A sort of sinking feeling dampens the mind and heart Not exactly, but somewhat similar to a nervous breakdown Everything appears twisted, strangulated, and distorted Extra show of kindness sometimes turns painful and killing Sadness soon turns into the hysterical sobs Turning the victim into a grief-stricken wretch The face is an index to mind, the principle same for pure and sinner Oh, in what words shall I describe the comfort I receive on resting my head on her shoulder No one else but we shall be hard on ourselves Future will unmistakably depend on how we amend ourselves Wholehearted dedication and certainly Not the astrological predictions will shape the future The taste of the pudding is in eating Certainly not in the smell of the sweeteners