I touched your flesh and felt coldness
Yet you claim to be alive
You say your heart is beating
But your blood pools from time to time
You smile and take a picture
What a beautiful photograph
But behind your smile is cobwebs
For long happiness hasn’t resided there
To others your entire being shows life
But that is far from the truth
Your identity is a mystery
Not only to others but also you
Driving a car you don’t like
Wearing what others say is in style
Justifying your existence by being here and there
And faking happiness with a smile
Career decided because of parents
Hobbies dictated by opinions of peers and friends
So afraid to be yourself
You will be trapped in a box til the end
Living for the masses instead of yourself
Life like this is no fun
I touched your flesh and you are dead
Why don’t you decide to be alive for once?
“If you cannot live your life to your own terms, are you truly living? Freedom to be yourself makes you truly alive.” – Monica Renata