I’m no beauty
Neither I’m any angel
Though I wanted to be
But deeds to behold
I was always cold
I’ve hurt others by just being me
From reality, from truth I would flee
But unmasked, now I try…to find “me”
The real me, without any fakeness
My entity is a sham refuge
My soul is beheld by a cage of dishonesty
I’m all lies and treachery
My heart, it bleeds
Like heavens that weep
Unknowingly, unconsciously
I’ve shunned the reality
Lost in fame, in publicity
With the common person buried deep
The reality’s, the past’s also dead
Engulfed in my glories
I’ve forgotten the skinned knees
…the broken lorries.
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