There is an aching need
to tear it all apart
where have I been,
what have I done
and where am I going now?
What is the meaning of life?
I live in a world of faked filters
Where pretence is a tool to look perfect
Perfection is a myth
And honesty is trivialized.
Dreams are non-existent
Promises wither away into obscurity.
And in this controlled chaos
I am still struggling to create my own space!
A voice in my head laughed evilly asking:
"Did you really think you can bring about a change?"
Tears welled and rolled away unnoticed
All I could think of is how farthest from far I have come
And how very innocent I had been.
As I walk into the hands of time
I wish to perish unknown to the world