SUFFOCATING OXY

I might not be what everyone expected me to be
But I'm the burning coal left under plain surfaces
Exhaling all the suffocating oxy I breathed in

I might not hold onto things everyone asked me to hold onto
But I hold onto people who poured gasoline on my good memories
Holding too tight to lose the grip within seconds

I might not be the one you'd love for a long time
But I'm the setting sun people watch to ease their pain
The solid pain they kept inside for too long so that nobody could realise that they're weak