EVOL

I am sick of hiding,

Often I cry inside,

I've given up the fight,

Some of me have already died,

I wonder about my purpose,

Thought of future brings dread,

What have I become?

After all this time,

Is survival my only feat?

I can’t take the way out,

Too proud to admit defeat,

I dreamt of love,

Dreams are the enemy,

I am scared to sleep.

Under the pretence of honesty,

All the lies weep,

Person in the mirror laughs at me,

What kind of existence is this?

Each one of you will love me,

But I've to let go of being myself?

For love I concede... I lie, I hide,

Some of me have already died.