The times I lied, were always because I cared,
Now I don't find a reason to lie,
And you know why.

I have so many things I'm grateful for,
One must think thee is fortunate,
But wish I could say I love my life,
A life where,
I sure was important,
But never for once, was a priority,
Where I'm sure loved,
But never a beloved,
I hate how I'm never chosen,
I hate the way my opinion is ignored,
I hate the way I'm not considered,
I hate the way you buy my obvious lies,
I hate the way even I never choose me,
I have the way I never got to choose me,
I hate the way I loved you,
I hate the way you love me,
I hate the way I strive for your appreciation,
I hate the way I never give up,
I hate the way I never get used to,
I hate the way only our washroom walls know me,
I hate the way I get ignored,
I hate it so much to admit,
That I'm the side character of my own story,
I hate the way how I feel,
Long gone girl who dreamed to conquer the world,
Long gone girl who was carefree.
From the pit of my stomach to my burning throat,
For once I wish to be selfish and go vanish
For once I wish to to selfish and die.

I laugh at my own tragic fate,
How I'm aware many will cry,
When I die,
Yet no one values,
While I'm alive.

Made my feet through the gates,
My mighty anxiety awaits,
The doorbell seems effortless,
Yet I still choose to Knock.
The hard surface of wood,
Shoved my knuckles,
Indicating the sealed, I can never unlock.
So much to say,
I wished to let it all,
Maybe that's why when I saw you,
I could say nothing at all.

If I would have ever met a fighter,
Who fought for the country,
Who fought for the freedom,

I have a question to ask:
The freedom for which you gave up your life,
Can you describe, how you thought it would be like?