These days I try to be the person
I used to be back then
Pretending to be that one,
Instills hope that I be happy again
Yet what I end up is
The same stale state I left
Fearing I would end up in the same place,
I started
I startle with disbelief
Cursing myself for who I am
For what I have been..
Yet to my reprise
It comes true if not real,
They say, be happy instead
&
I can't
Definitely not with this larking feeling
Of wanting to cry
Of wanting to be sad
Of wanting to be grumpy
Of wanting to be introverted soul
I can pretend to be happy thesedays
But cannot pretend happiness...
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