Accused of being what you are not
And that is what you show.
For the real is fake; and the fake be real,
Assumptions, presumptions everywhere
You fight for a chance, a second, a minute.
Never hoping for beyond an hour.
But seems to be that those who say, a beautiful mind is all that matters.
Would watch the shapes and forms from a far; as your heart freezes, breaks and shatters.
And then those tiny pieces, reflect origins never explored. The negatives make the outer realm, but the inner was so unknown.
You work so hard to hide the existent, the result is a gossamery, groundless extinction.
And then when confusions sieze dreams and lives you have to just justify:
Depression, stress, hysteria and that is all what is left of life.