When I talk to myself, I come to know about how my heart really felt, I just feel complete, There is no necessity of always being sweet; I can even be harsh or fool, I can be childish or act rude, I can be mature or be mad, I can be irresponsible or ill-mannered, I can be myself and whatever ways I want, And all this without that expression of being judged. When I talk to myself, I will be myself, I am able to express without any explanation, It feels like holidays without vacations. It's so easy to convey, But it's not as easy all the time, emotions make me weak And few bitter truths make me weaker, But still, I am attracting to this seclusion. When I wanted to shout, I put my face inside a bucket full of water, And shout as much loud loud loud When I want a hug, I just clasp my pillow around my chest, And hug as much tight tight tight Sometimes I cry cry cry And wipe it off me, sometimes I smile smile smile And laugh unnecessarily, whatever the way I want; Sometimes I wait, sometimes I hate, Sometimes I irritate, Or sometimes just sit silently Without any say. I don't know I just wanna explore myself more, I happy alone, yes, I am happy with my own company, When I talk to myself, I just come to know how my heart really felt, I feel important, I feel loved, I love myself, So what others think, I really don't care, I just feel complete of me, for me and by me