At times I shut myself
In a shell of loneliness,
It's when I search for
My own existence....
It's when I feel that,
Whole world's fake...
The smiles around,
The love expressed,
The care offered....
Everything is fake
I hibernate in a cocoon...
And wake up as a butterfly...
To live for another few days...
Believing the fakes...
As they are ultimate truth...