Maki卷

It would be easy to just blame your mom for everything. 

Hating her (and dad) for givng birth to you

Hating her for educating you in the way

that makes you who you are today--

a complete failure.

Blame makes you forget about yourself

even though everything is derived from the self

The selfish me, the cowarded me

The greatest escapist who

refuses to see herself from within.

Another tiring May

I lost all feelings

all hobbies, all senses of love

Can't stand the fact that

there is no creativity within me

So the awkward production begins,

regardless of the missing soul.