I am exhausted on being illustrated and trying to be strong,
Showing to everyone that I am like pillar and can stay alone,
A regular dipping drop of water could thrust a strong rock,
I too feel shattered from inside and my soul got block.
I am that smashed up, damaged person who couldn't scream or cry,
A phony mask is poking inside and my exposed wounds got dry,
I have to show myself happy and wear a plastic smile till my last,
My synthetic style is cutting me into pieces seemsI will blast.
I crossed deserts to discovering myself, lived many phases of life,
All ups and downs left a dent in my journey, I am victim of strife,
I have no interest to reach to destiny; I am traveling for nowhere,
It's time to shout and yell for all which has been done with me unfair.
Now I want to see from weak person’s point of view differently,
I am sick of appreciations and now want shoulder of sympathy,
Cheerful people who pretend jointly just collect only to gather,
I am away from acquaintances I love and want to be together.
I am a traveler, who is rushed for others and no more required,
Suffering from loneliness and now feeling drowsy and tired.
Desirous to end the journey and to move to the final station,
It’s time to say final bye to world and to all its fake fascinations.