I wake up, with a cup full of feelings.
I pour it out, out through my eyes.
It fills up, oh so quickly.
I try, try to share, but I am so alone
My parents across the distant land,
Me, here, away, by choice. (like my friend’s room-mate said)
Me, here, away with none but a cup.
A cup that fills, as fast as it goes
with feelings, I’d rather not share
Feelings, not so unique,
for my story is as Common
as Common goes
I’ll be alright as long as I try
But, oh my Cup, is full of feelings.