so on and so forth

“Why don’t you tell us –
everything,

we can help you, don’t fuss,
say anything, but nothing.”

Well,
I feel like Atlas,
though I’m not a leader.
The whole world and the mass
are just weighing on my shoulders.

I feel like a soldier,
though I’m not determined to win the war.
every fortnight gets deadlier
and the mist from the bombs
had lost me my stars.

I feel like I had dived into submission,
but my offense is my selfishness, my blindness
and my mission
to hold on to lifeless bodies,
emotionless oddities,
from there on you can see the best
and the worst of me.

I feel like I don’t know me,
I was everyone they like me to be.
Being free
was never an option,
I bet it was just an ideology
to at least have a little sense of
me.

I feel like an impersonator,
I am the master of disguise,
I imitate happiness from others,
their will and their empowerment,
I am a trophy full of lies.

But
please do help me
(i can handle it on my own)
i can’t find my way
(i’m on top of the world)
my thoughts are—

“Well, I just had a bad day,

so on and so forth.”

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