Is this me or everyone out there who is cursed?
Overwhelmed by the horrors of the world?
Where I don't feel safe anymore, not with men, or beast, or ghost, or god.
I wake up with anonymity hanging on my wrecked soul,
And go to bed with mists of confusion swirling above my world.
Is this just me or others have eyes on them to see?
Do they too feel the broken promises?
And the long queues of empty stomach outside the palace of gold?
The barbed wire, the destitution, the massacre, infidelity in every corner,
Am I the lone one who is turning to a machine,
Or the others have surpassed me?
Some days you just feel defeated.