Baggage

She almost lost balance.

It was tough, it was you.

Sometimes, she wishes she could sink and never revive.

Just.. why?

Existence, it's so simply demanding.

Herself, she thought she was losing.

Confidence, a baggage she left behind somewhere.

Fight for your fairytale she said to all.

Fight like your last glorious battle ever.

Her thoughts, they go through constant turmoil.

Her self, it underwent inflammation.

Happiness? What the hell?

Truth? It doesn't exist.

Ethics and morals? Nobody bothers no more!

For we heavily induldge in a pool of lie.

For she's immersed in just 'Me, Myself, but WHY?'