I'm fading gradually as I heighten;
I like company of rare ones;
I smile back in reply
'cause I'm fed up, explaining
I'm silent nowadays,
'cause I'm exhausted, suggesting.
My nights go on overthinking,
days, mixing with hypocrisy.
The inner me screeches and wail
I'm timid to reveal it.
People easily squander time
while I'm starving for it, malnourished.
This cardiac canker is tough for me
but I'll make sure for a happy leave.