~By Stephen Blackwood
When I see someone dying,
I tell myself I’m fine.
But with each breath I’m dying, too.
Until my lungs don’t work.
& Then I’ll officially stop living.
When I see someone crying,
I tell myself I’m okay.
I try to see my happy life.
But if I say, I haven’t cried lately;
I know I’d be lying.
When someone follows their passion,
I tell myself to be realist.
I blame the economic viability of my dreams
& boast of my lifestyle.
But I’m just afraid of trying.
When I see people in love,
I tell myself- love is for fools.
I blame the extroverted culture.
& I stay in my lonely walls
Cause I’m just afraid of committing.
When I see people having fun,
I laugh at their irresponsibility.
I have much important work to do!
I’ve to build my career, I say.
In reality, I just don’t want my status declining.
I like to boast my practicality,
But I’m just hiding my lacking courage.
I might be practically successful,
But, I’m just showing that I’m not really living.