The Lie Lived Well.

Your life has been a cacophony of abuses That others would throw at you for no reason at all
All your life you've been saying,
"I'm myself, I don't care what the world says & I will live it my way, my life."
You'd cut yourself through and cry out loud,
"This is my life, I'm just fine."
And at the end of the day,
You were all so numb, not a thing could be felt,
The worst part being that you wanted to feel things thereafter, But couldn't.
Your eyes they had cried a thousand silent oceans,
You'd hurt and harm and come back waving a I'm fine thing.
You thought those indecipherable eyes of yours tell the world not a thing,
Not how bruised your soul is, that how weak you are and how every second it falls apart and gets back together.
But you say you're fine and being yourself.
Now you lie on the deathbed,
See how you wasted all your life trying to fit into the world which was a perfect misfit for you.
And in the firmaments far away,
You'd regret all the time how it could've been different,
How you could've been happy about being yourself and not just lied,
how nothing erroneous they said could've affected you.
And think over and over, after the life's gone
No use, no harm, just a life wasted well.