Tangled I am,
In my mind, with strings.
Don't know what or why.
Still, I have no feelings to care about.

I hope my life
Goes smoothly with time,
Never stops, even when
Life's situations turn harsh.
But when I look behind,

Will I be remembered?
If not, who will carry
The memories of me?
For I don't, and do you?
If yes or no, still I don't care!

Negatively, they speak,
But why am I the only one?
To whom they speak?
The traits of mine have dissolved.