My heart is a forest of snugged trees, like a dungeon of endless facade.
It isn't Pefect, it isn't beautiful just flawed.
It is frightened, it is impassioned because of all the frauds,
Life is unsorted even achievements go unapplaud.
Seems like everything is taken aback. Every word, every step totally untrod.
Not only people around me hostile but I faced no love even from the almighty God.
When my conations fell apart I realised things happen because he wants them to happen and that's what he wrote.
I was lonely like a coconut afloat. Things felt vast, deep, arresting, complex but basic I eventually became a devote.
The feeling is calm but not damped, silent but elegant, unknown still relaxing. Ethernal and cold.
The truth is scary, dark and bold. I want to escape reality to be on a different road.
Confused, troubled? I am agitated trying to figure out how to get out of this fake flow.