What's this life
full of pretense and dispair
No one of own
All I see everyone taking of their masks
Why had to see these nasty faces
Why is it me
Why is me to go through all these
I had a family of my own
Counting members in hundreds
But suddenly like a nightmare
I came to know no one is my own
I am on my own
In this harsh cruel world
I was shown the mirror finally
All these life I lived
was nothing but artificial one
Full of conspiracy hiding nasty face
Behind a mask with honey coated tongue
Suddenly everything feels surreal
It's difficult to digest
Is it really happening
Or I am delusional
Am I even me?
I doubt my existence
Why does life has to happen this way ?
In a millisecond am left alone
Having existential crisis
Was everything destined ?
Was this supposed to happened ?
This is what life is ?
Jeopardize of one's existence
Full of pretense and dispair
YOU ARE READING
All those unsaid
RandomHuman minds is one whole amazing book of zillion thoughts that keeps on popping up it's up to you to express or to suppress This one has such random thoughts written into poetry
