You wakeup every morning in hopes of seeing just somebody in your bed,
but look at you, all curled up and covered in tears
You crave for human interactions,intimacy and affection all the time,
but look at you, sitting in same corner and mumbling to yourself like an idiot
You break mirrors for not coveringup your melodrama,
It isn't your heart honey, it's just a mirror.
You've mastered thousand artforms,only to get no appreciation.
Crying for help can't hurt you anymore, when your tears make beautiful portraits everynight.
It all comes down to this everyday,no matter how hard you try.
You say it's a mediocre life and I call it Invisible existence
~Manu (3.3.23)
