Tired of this world…

I know this sounds clichéd…

But I am…I am sick and tired of this world…

I have had enough of the hypocrisy around me,

The painted faces, the pretty masks, all the ugly monsters wear around me…

I just don’t feel putting up my own mask of beauty,

I am happy being ugly, I am happy being a monster,

If that’s the world thinks of me, so be it…

Now no matter what you say to me, no matter what you do…

I don’t get bothered, I wont be subdued, I simply want out

Out of this misery, out of this vanity called life…

I hate it to the core; I hate everything around me to my last bit of being.

I want an end, end of the hatred, end of the being…

I am tired of waiting, waiting for death to engulf me, to give me peace…

I feel hatred towards death too now, for all my efforts to make her mine, 

She still eludes me, as if like this world, even she considers me an untouchable…

I know what they mock me by, and now death will mock me by the same…

A quitter, a runaway, yes, may be that I am, but that’s any day better,

Better than staying and being part of a place where I am unwanted like hell…

I want to search my own hell, that would be paradise of my own,

No one else allowed there…just me in my insane world…

So before I say my final adieu, I just would tell you, I know you wont listen,

But still a final contribution to this world I would make,

All of you, start searching your personal hell too…

Because no matter what you do, the world may not get tired of you,

But mark my words, you will of it, sooner or later…