How weak I am ? Yet i try to prove others that I am conceitedly strong and capable of being tranquil to emotions in life. And i carry faking myself with lot of attitude and happiness just to prove that I am strong in front of others who humiliated me, hurt me or deserted me, throughout the day. But it all begins by the end of the day when i go to bed, when the lights are off and when i am alone with myself, there comes the real me to whisper into my heart how weak I am and how badly i need someone to listen to me.

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Why am I faking myself for others ? It’s been like this from the beginning of my existence on this planet. I am being forced to be a hypocrite to be in this society.

I don’t comprehend the intention of this education system yet I get educated.

I am sure that I am not comfortable and happy in the job that I am in yet I don’t miss a day at work.

I don’t know whether should I get married or I deserve getting married yet I get married.

I don’t know whether i have the patience to grow a kid yet I become a father/mother.

I dwell in self-comfortableness yet I want people to understand my situations.

I am in dilemma whether to stay with my loved one or end up our bond at times when I get hurt by his/her actions yet I complain about self-love.

I always want hearts to understand my innocence yet I have never attempted to understand their situations.

I constantly want hearts to listen to me yet I don’t have the patience to listen to them.

I see or hear about the loss of life and mass massacres around the world I feel a grief in my heart for the moment and I become normal the next moment yet I speak about the loss of love in the society.

I keep supporting the religion which was assigned to me even before my birth yet I speak of world peace.

Sometimes I feel happier for someone’s great loss just because they demeaned me once yet I speak of humanity.

I disrespect someone in anger yet I cannot take something against my self-respect.

I envy others growth at times yet I complain about selfishness.

I grieve for my lost dreams yet I don’t intend to pursue them.

I know the world I live in is so empty and meaningless yet I try to paint them with relationships and goals.

I know I am here to be in loneliness for eternity yet I try to socialize, convince myself that hearts will be around all the time.

I know nothing is permanent in this world yet I try to keep certain hearts to myself.

I know there are many with hidden emotions yet I wonder am I the only soul with lot of hidden emotions.

I have considered many times giving up on life yet here I stand, yet here I stand.

I will continue to exist till I am designated to be on this planet.

But I wonder does every living being have purpose on this planet.