Epilogue (or however it is spelled..)

i am frustrated, i am confused ..
i am happy, i am not ..

perhaps innocence was a gd thing, or maybe its just dat most of the people in the world have gone bad - but that cant be true, the problem must lie with me.. i am the source of my own problem..

why, why do the simple things no longer satisfy.. y do the nitty gritty things ppl do piss me off so badly.. y do flaws magnify themselves, y does one bad brick in the wall get all the attention when actually the other bricks are all perfect...

y do i ask so much.. damn