Once I thought I  was born  to fly,
till now all I was made to do was rely on,
I was just a standby.
Once I wanted   to be  the snowflakes,
but got cursed to be a snow grave.
Once the mirror used to reflect  me blest (bless),
now it only mocks me to death.
Once I used to love to feel alive,
now all I hope is to survive.
Once I used to love the sun,
now all  I feel is it's burn.
Once I was ready to live life,
now all I  see and face is strife.
Once I used to love the glow in the  dark,
now all I see and face is stark.
Once I was other's cover, their fence,
now all of it is past tense.
Once I was other's perfect illusion,
now all I am left is my own delusion.