The world thinks you’re winning.
But deep down, you are crying.
The world thinks they are jealous of you.
Deep down, you just wish you could not be you.
The world thinks you are a butterfly
While you are simply getting out of cocoons everyday
The world thinks your life is sorted
Well, that’s what you think of the world…
If you win according to the world but not you
Is that really a win?
The win that you are looking for
Is the win that is hidden within
In a corner of your heart that is silent and loud
Lies cuddled up the win that you went looking far for