I left you there with your own ego, your own regrets. I had enough. You cannot see me. You can never accept me for whoever I am, what ver I want to be. To be exact, me. The perfect illusion of yours is just in your head; everything is in your head. You cage me; hold me so tight I can’t even get out of my own bubble. Can’t even breath, can’t even walk, hardly put a smile, but if I do, it’s most likely to be fake. Should I apologize? No, I want to see the world that I have been missing, enjoy every moments, see new personalities, more colors, melodies and memories.