Ever get tired of finding yourself?
When they insist that you are hiding something
If you say, “Nothing”, they look at you compassionately
With disbelief within; for they are reflecting on their perception
To create a persona they wish to visualise
For it to be the final version, in their eyes
Plenty of erosions and aberrations, cliches and tightfisted comments
Where the hell are you in all this?
As if you have locked something and forgotten
They claim to have the keys- a bunch of them actually
A feeling of being incarcerated, despite the dreams of freedom
Confused eyes convey the contradictions
Finding yourself amidst the artificial mirage