Who knows what my fate is?
Maybe I was born to suffer.
Or maybe I was born to wither.
God only knows what it is to be like me.
Honestly, I was a coward
But, hatred made me realize
how deadly potent I am
it's a different skill set one should have.
I used to be that benevolent person
who believed every word with heart and soul.
Until revelation struck me the day; I found out,
even the word 'believe' contains a 'lie.'
Now, the reality is the
cup of my tea.
But given that reality
in itself is an illusion.
Then what are the chances of
a reality show being completely real?
Even I hate this question
It provokes me too.
This shows that we have something
called 'innate guilt.' If we can't find one,
we either blame someone or
blame ourselves.
That's why I'm oddly
convinced that we
the homo sapiens
are made in hell.
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