by:Anshuman
It’s a privilege to be able to live, that much is true
I’m special just for being born into this world, who can argue
Yet I feel no gratitude inside my special body
Hating this world, may be too melodramatic but it has become a hobby
You can’t prevent me from feeling extremely bitter
Especially as I relate my entire existence to discarded litter
What a waste of energy it is to breathe in this society
So don’t blame me when I try to ascend this very own reality
Where everything feels magical as I’m stuck in my self-made fantasy
I can write my own story to create results that are so satisfactory
Every moment of this simulation feels real and so damn perfect
The people here are flawless and true, people with whom I have a connect
Maybe that’s why it hurts when I forget all of it is fake
Having unreal expectations from people who never matched them in the first place was perhaps, a mistake
I feel like I’m a success in this fake world as I do everything I dreamt of and more
Meanwhile in reality I’m just laying in my bed, dreaming while my body feels sore
Feeling low and depressed for no other reason but my delusional mind
Which has written everything so damn thoroughly the actual reality now feels so confined
Being out with friends where I’m supposed to be happy, joyful and most of all I should be grateful
Yet here I am zoning out trying to ascend once again to the world where I’m not hateful
Burdening myself with a lone wolf act as I push people away for no apparent reason
Never feeling I can connect permanently as my mind brings forth its grievance
With the world around me being as it is and not how it should be in my authored story
The story where instead of being a bore I manage to grasp at glory
Realisation slowly crawls on me that this story isn’t a perfect world realised but rather an excuse
A simulation to hide in, one where I may be of some use
For even when there exists a person I can finally permanently connect with, find peace as I drop my disguise
The over-dependence on a single source of happiness can oftentimes lead to its demise
The truth is that this ascended reality isn’t a haven but rather a prison
Where my doubts, fears, and insecurities haven’t been quenched but rather they’ve arisen
It’s time I face the truth and accept the cold hard fact
For as much as I pretend and hide, this is a concept that really isn’t that abstract
As in the dreams of an idealised flawless future that is better than my past
I’m sleeping on my present and letting my dark emotions everlast
Truly relatable content.
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Loved reading it, relatable too!
This was soo relatable and really well written. Noice
This is really so so good ❤️
I think all of us have felt this atleast once. It’s amazing how you could put it into words. Great work!
Samajh Nahi aaya but padh ke aacha laga 😅
Amazing! 👍
This was so good